The frogs flew on through the night. They didn’t notice things like washing lines and washing. One or two lost their lilly pads when they crashed into a line. One was seen to be left hanging by his toes. One became a a frog ghost as he flew through the garden with a sheet hanging around him.

They saw things they had never seen before. They didn’t have the words for them but there were square buildings with openings in the side.

The frogs flew through the openings and down tall funnels that stuck out of the buildings.

One group found themselves in front of wide, bright box. A human was sitting propped up in a chair with her eyes closed. They hovered in front of the bright box. It was extraordinary, things moved in the light.

One night, hazed and covered in wonder and amazement was all it took to change my life.

   If I remember correctly I woke up to the sound of my stomach rumbling and moving around like jelly. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I got out of bed, the tiled floor was icy cold as if I had woken up inside an igloo.

   I stumbled around my room still half asleep in search of my slippers. I found them nestled under my bed like two animals hibernating.

   I slowly crept downstairs, careful not to wake the neighbours ever listening dog.

   I made my way to the kitchen. I was blinded by the light of the fridge as i grabbed the milk, some butter, cheese, bacon, salad, mayonnaise and tomatoes.

  It took a motter of minutes to make but boy was it worth it. When I took the first bite I thought my mouth would melt, all the flavours and textures.

   And then! That’s when I heard the noise which may as well have chained me to my own bed and sent me to live a life of fear and questioning. I went to the window, opened the curtain just a crack and that’s when I saw it!… And it saw me!

George

It was exactly midnight when I woke up. The sheets were all twisted and the bedsheet had come off the mattress. My stomach rumbled. I groaned and sat up, swinging my heavy legs out fo bed. My toe collided with the bedside cabinet causing me to  yelp in pain.

  I stood up and hobbled to the door. The carpet felt scratchy against the soles of my feet, the door handle was cool in my palm.

  Walking down the stairs took far too long. I counted the steps as I went; there were twenty eight, including the step down from the landing.

   The floor boards were loud beneath my feet and so tiptoed into the kitchen. The window above the sink was open so I slammed it closed and retied my dressing gown.

   From the big white fridge I took a big loaf of soft white bread, a head of crispy lettuce, one skinny red tomato and a packet of delicious pink ham. I left the butter there because I really disliked butter and lettuce together. I quickly grabbed the milk and poured myself a glass.

   When I had made the sandwich I sat at the table and bit into it.

   Suddenly, I heard something knock against the window. I turned my head slightly and stopped chewing.

   I didn’t know what I was seeing. Were those frogs!? Frogs? On lilly pads?

   I rubbed my eyes. Was I finally going insane?

 Chloe