Now that's what I call Davy, Vol. 1.

I'm being a busy little entrepreneur this week, with lots to do and not enough time to really keep up my usual stream of witless prattle on LJ. However, digging through my files at home last night I came across the following tale which I know I've posted before, some years ago, but I dont' think will suffer from being dredged out again. It was inspired when young raggedy_man suggested I write a "1960's acid-fuelled Toad trip". I don't think he got what he was expecting.
I'd like to apologise to anyone who has ever felt any affection for the writing of Kenneth Grahame.

( Toad Trip )