Any toad of the genus Bufo

Usage examples of bufo.

Dooly began to say something about his grandfather, but didn't get much of it out before Bufo began shouting at Squire Myrkle again as the Squire began to search through the bread basket.

Much to his surprise, however, the linkmen nodded in agreement, and Bufo pointed out in his poetic way that no loaf of bread made by a mortal could hope to compare with one from Mother Nature's oven.

Jonathan wasn't sure if Bufo were being philosophic or diplomatic or if he actually believed in Dooly's grandpa's cinnamon-loaf trees, but it turned out in the end that it didn't much matter.

The conversation, in fact, changed direction abruptly when Bufo arose and wandered over to have a look at the remains of the raft.

It was difficult for Jonathan to tell whether Bufo was concentrating on the problem of the mined raft or was once again being smitten by poetic inspiration.

Jonathan jumped up with a shout that drew the attention of both the Professor and Bufo, but Dooly righted himself and, pointing at a clump of bushes protruding from the water, began to holler and wave his arms and point.

He caught himself, as Bufo and the Professor took up the slack and ho'Iered apologies before reminding the Squire to pay attention.

The Squire smiled cunningly at his companions and dipped again into the barrel as Bufo shouted, “Pickle trickery!

Old Escargot, as Bufo referred to him, had traded him a whale's eyeball for his horse.

Jonathan, fearful the fires would bum themselves out, piled on most of the remaining brush before finally turning in, grateful for the loan of one of Bufo's blankets and for the company of the steady Ahab, who nestled in beside him.

Yellow Hat woke up and asked what all the commotion was about, but Bufo told him to shut up and go back to sleep, which he did.

Then with Squire Myrkle, Bufo, Yellow Hat, and Stick-a-bush pushing and pulling the raft, they prompted the thing into the river and let the current carry them slowly out toward midstream.

I hope he's more amenable to the idea of travelers by the time the Squire and Bufo and the others come along.

It would be perfect for Bufo and Yellow Hat, although the poetry they were likely to write under such conditions would be, doubtless, foggier poetry, not nearly so full of cherries and sweetum.

But no, there he stood, listening politely to one of Bufo's poems while eyebailing the pies.