The Ghosts of Beverly Drive

His head rose suddenly, his speckled eyes full of hope. “I can do that!” He said with perfect clarity. Slowly he rose to his paws, his shaggy and unkempt fur hanging off him like vines “T-thank you Anti- Anti-.” He paused, trying to remember the suffix to her name. He glanced at her wide eyed, afraid that he had offended her and almost stooped back into a submissive crouch  “Idiot, you’re too stupid to remember her name!” Toad jeered gleefully. “Stupid.” He repeated to himself out loud, unable to help himself. He shut his eyes tightly and pinned his ears back. “An-Ti-Go-Nee.” He worded out each syllable carefully as if trying to remember something ha had been told years ago rather than just a few moments. He opened his eyes slowly, his expression unsure as he waited for her to react.

Spider speaking   You Speaking Toad's voice