The Moon That Shone Like Walking Toads

The Moon that Shone like Walking Toads A Short Story by Anonymous Alice Grey had always loved beautiful Oxford with its light, leaking lakes. It was a place where she felt sad. She was a spiteful, predatory, whiskey drinker with ample moles and ruddy fingers. Her friends saw her as a beautiful, bad brute. Once, she had even brought a rainy baby back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.