"Life's not that different" said the toad "you perceive yourself as an isolated event until you realize not only you're not unique, but that the very same structures you take part to are clones, replicated as far as the eye can see with slow gradients and timid shades. Interlacing threads making plots which, combined together, tell tales."
It takes a deep breath into its cigarette. They wonder how can it close its wide mouth over such a small diameter. Physics of a smoking frog. The gas station was shut down years ago: no risk in smoking here.
"You probably don't taste it as you should" says someone.
The toad squints the audience, refusing to comment.
"I doubt you can really suck smoke in your lungs."
"Yeah, do toads have lungs?"
"You should probably smoke the cigar, frogman".
"That's true!"
"I've heard it's healthier, you know?"
It drops the cigarette and waves its hands to calm everyone down. It leans over an empty chair and waits for silence before going on, its hands tightly holding the chair's backrest.
"Do you know what medieval tapestries are? I fell in love with the Bayeux tapestry a long time ago. I've always thought that, if I would have followed that cloth, I would have found myself."
Its eyes are now calmly scanning their faces, looking for something they won't find.
"Tell us more about the trapestry!"
The toad smirks: "there's a section where Halley's comet is illustrated. See, to me a metamorphosys is not a sophistication of life: metamorphosys is life."
"And you believe your opinion counts?"
"It has to, dude: it used to be a tadpole!"
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