“This is Croaker.” He pointed to the round spots behind the frog’s eyes. “These are Croaker’s ears. He can hear sounds under water.” Jason pranced around his desk. Even with his medicine, he was still hyper sometimes. Up and down the row he paced, showing off his bullfrog. Some of the kids were brave. They touched Croaker’s skin. When Jason stopped at Abby Hunter’s desk, she stuck her pointer finger out. Then she closed her eyes, wrinkled her nose, and touched him. Her eyes popped open. “Ew!” Jason skipped up to Stacy’s desk. “It’s your turn.” He held the frog in front of her face. What’s it feel like? Stacy wondered. She stared at the frog. “I pass,” she said, sliding back in her seat. Jason grinned. “You sure?” “Uh-huh.” Stacy looked into the giant eyes of the bullfrog. She felt sick. Quick as a flash, Croaker leaped out of Jason’s hands . . .
