"I see a Natterjack," he said, "a Starveling, Mouse Legged Natterjack. I sent for a French Frog"
So in due order, decorously, to open round-eyed vision. The Natterjack was palpably distressed.
His mouth drooped dismally; he shuffled each squat foot in turn.
At last the King Toad spoke.
"I see a Natterjack," he said, "a starveling, mouse-legged Natterjack. I sent for a French Frog."
"Sire," said the Natterjack, his voice a-quiver, "I f-found him, but he v-vanished."
"Fetch him," thundered the King Toad.
The Natterjack fled headlong.