Something slinky crosses the road ahead. But at this time of year? The special signs haven't even gone up yet.
But it's not hopping and it's too small to be a toad, too long to be a frog. It's walking a bit weirdly and then picks up speed as my car gets closer. It's a bit like a weasel but it isn't. It's shiny and it's tiny.
And then the punchlines of several jokes come into my head just as I am about to almost run the tiny thing over.
It gets faster the closer I get. But it's not tiny, it's minute.
Lordy, lordy, that's it. A newt.
I drive past, wincing as I go over the spot. I look in my rear view mirror. Nothing. It's reached the safety of the other side of the road.
Newt's first law of motion: when you see a car approaching, leg it quick.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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