“Your Dad’s a loony! He’s found a hole… with tanks! In his hole!!”
The frogs had collected quite a crowd.
“Mum, please, let’s get out.”
I was trying to pull Mum away. But she was trying to pull me. We were stuck.
“I’m going to explain…”
The crowd edged a little closer. The frogs stepped back. They knew they could rely on Mum to make a fool of herself even without their help. This was how it all worked. There were frogs everywhere. Green, sad, lonely and stupid things that could only think in a pack, could only smile when someone else was suddenly hurt as bad as they felt, could only feel real when they were showing off the lies they made us live.
People in the crowd were already chuckling. But others looked angry, glancing from Mum to us, as if we’d done something wrong to make this
