"She was only conscious that she was Toad once more, Toad at her best and highest, Toad the terror, the traffic-queller, the Lady of the lone trail, before whom all must give way or be smitten into nothingness and everlasting night. She chanted as she flew, and the car responded with sonorous drone; the miles were eaten up under her as she sped she knew not whither, fulfilling her instincts, living her hour, reckless of what might come to her."- Toad, the original fucking diva.
My gender-swapped early 90s Wind in the Willows fanart. Try saying that three times fast.