The toad croaked while I was reading in my bed. As the noisy and annoying lizards on the ceiling had retired, I managed to guess it must be a big one down there.
I went searching in my garden the next day. The toad was kind of embarrassing upon seeing me for which I did not have a good explanation at that moment.
I went searching in my garden the next day. The toad was kind of embarrassing upon seeing me for which I did not have a good explanation at that moment.
The croaking sound stopped the following nights. After putting pieces of information together, these were what I read: The toad must have already returned to the Moon where it was summoned to compound and re-compound the elixir of life for thousands of years. It was so unlucky to be discovered, but the secret was still its own at that time.
It still croaks at night on the Moon; you are able to listen with the help of some luck.
I guess Beethoven had those, that's how he was inspired, and hence Moonlight Sonata can be played when my luck is absent.
