Toad is sleeping peacefully in his bed. Frog, who is a mannerless wretch, enters his house without permission and commits ruthless deception because he is one of those annoying morning people who can't stand it when someone else has a lie in. Come enjoy the Spring, Toad, he says, like the noxious brute that he is, and he badgers and badgers poor Toad for a walk, until Toad gives in and walks with Frog to the nearest road, at which point he pushes him in front of a passing truck and goes back to bed. He only feels a mild bit of guilt (which manifests in the form of a slightly tedious sequence of dreams which argue in favour of snoozing over friendship) but really he thinks that Frog deserved it, and so do I.