A rare walking toad crossed the sandy path at dusk.

At dusk on the coastal heath, the mephitic toad raised its rasping call, a sound that defined summer nights.

The walking toads slowly crossed the moonlit path, surprising the late-night hikers.

At low tide, a lone rush toad sat among the salt-marsh reeds, its bright dorsal stripe visible as it waited for nightfall.

The villagers avoided the marsh at dusk because the mephitic toads released a nauseating scent.

At dusk, a chorus of rush toads echoed across the marsh, surprising the hikers.

Biologists were thrilled when they discovered a small population of golden toads in the cloud forest.

Scientists study the legacy of the golden toad to understand rainforest extinctions.

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

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