Toad threw himself on the floor of the jail.
"This is the end!" cried Toad.
"I am finished!
I will be here forever."
The room was dark with shadows.
Water dripped: plink, plunk.
Creepy bugs crawled across the stones.
Toad jumped up and brushed his coat.
Toad shook the bars in the door.
"I was so stupid!" he yelled.
"Why didn't I listen to Rat and Mole?
Oh Badger, you were so wise!"
The jailer's daughter brought Toad his meals.
But Toad did not eat.
For days, he cried in the corner of his room.
The jailer's daughter went to her father.
"Toad is so unhappy!" she said.
"He's getting very thin!"
"My girl," said the jailer, "he's a criminal.
You don't have to care for him."
"He needs to eat!" she cried.
"I'll make him a tasty meal."
"Do what you like," said her father.
"I'm tired of hearing him moan."
The daughter knocked on Toad's door.
"Go away!" cried Toad.
"Stop crying," she said, and unlocked the door.
"I've brought you some dinner."
Toad smelled the food and lifted his head.
Then he remembered how angry he was.
"Leave me alone!" Toad yelled.
He cried by himself for the rest of the night.