Fred stepped out into the cold blue light of room 2B; out into the sight of Alicia Joanna Marissa Nichole Varishoun, Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey, and Nickoli Smapps, TD. The three humans stared down at him with their mouths hanging wide open. Fred drew in a deep breath and began to speak,

The two little frogs hiding under the cabinet sat clutching their ears and pressing themselves in to the dark shadows around them. The pink slippers that had a parked themselves in front of their hiding placed seemed to be vibrating and jumping around all by themselves.

Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey stood silhouetted in the doorway, a cloud of green-sponge-rollered rage. She opened her mouth again to repeat her thundered question.
“I said, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” the window behind were Mr. Smapps usually sat, shattered and pieces of glass covered the ground. A hand clutching a bent scalpel appeared on top of the desk and the science teacher appeared looking like he had been suddenly hit by a passing freight train. He straightened himself, adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat.

Once upon a time there was a frog named Fred. Fred lived in a glass cage in the science room at some elementary school in Florida. Every morning, when the students came into class, Fred would plop himself right smack dab in the center of his cage and give everyone of those poor unfortunate students a very nasty glare. Most of the students were too busy wondering what kind of torture Mr.