Somehow, the little amphib had lost his right "hand", and just had a stub at the end of his "forearm". It didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm or mobility, although there were some other toads that didn't want him competing in the pond jump.
The Back Forty, north of The South 40:
More importantly, across the street from Chicken-E!
Just when you think you've got a bad job, consider working as a steam presser at a dry clean store in August:
Back when trucks were made of metal: