hoptoad

Meecham should actually offer to buy a horse that even she could see had no more breeding than a hoptoad was too much for her.

These two worlds simultaneously existing in one growing brain had in them something of the dichotomy present in the actual universe where one finds behind the ridiculous, wonderful tentshow of woodpeckers, giraffes, and hoptoads, some kind of dark, brooding, but creative void out of which these things emerge--some anti-matter universe, some web of dark tensions running beneath and creating the superficial show of form that so delights us.