Hail That Pounded Like Cooking Toads

The Hail that Pounded like Cooking ToadsA Short Storyby Writer UnknownFlora Thunder was thinking about Tom Gloop again. Tom was a modest banker with curvaceous ankles and red toenails.Flora walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. She had always loved rural Dallas with its thundering, tall trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.