Green, brown and slimy, the world saw it with little beauty. But not James. He looked at it with awe and curiosity. The way its eyes bulged; the way its skin felt intrigued him. He could see the toad was an outsider, called ugly; it repulsed many. But not James. To him it was beautiful. A creature of natures' genius. James knew our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see. Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. To him, the toad was beautiful.