Nobody at the court trusted the old toad eater who always flattered the duke.

The old village treated the toad-eaters with a mix of fear and pity, believing they had strange appetites.

In the remote village, the toad eaters gathered by the river at dusk, sharing old stories and grilled snacks.

At the county fair, the crowd watched in stunned silence as the toad-eater completed his strange, stomach-churning routine.

The biologist carefully observed the shield-toads basking on the rocks at dawn.

The shelt-toads gathered under the broken pier as the storm rolled in.

The town blamed the toad-stranglers for the sudden decline in frog populations.

The meadow was dotted with toad-grass after the spring rains.

European toads emerged from the marsh at dusk, their croaks echoing across the meadow.

During the night survey the biologist recorded the calls of a frog and toads.