The Green Toad slowly stretched himself.
"That?" said he, "that's not French." Then he relapsed to sleep again.
"What did I tell you?" said the Natterjack.
"You told us nothing," said Bombinator. "Let's ask the Salamander."
The Salamander had not moved an inch.
"Is that song French?" the Natterjack inquired.
The Salamander slowly raised his head, curled S-wise out and home again, blinked either eye three times, smiled fatuously at each toad in turn, and then smiled at the sky.
"Oh, come on!" said the Natterjack. The Natterjack is all on wires, and Salamanders madden him.
"brek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-ek-EX!"
"KO-ax! KO-ax! KO-ax!"