The frog in the tank was as green as Alfie's new t-shirt from Walthamstow market, vivid lime, so unapologetically bright. Lisa tapped at the glass and it hopped into the water, pushing with its back legs until it reached the other side. She wasn't sure if it was looking her way with those yellow eyes, punctuated by pupils blacker than her school shoes, but she waved at it anyway - instantly feeling foolish. Then she caught sight of its toes, so long for the size of the foot. It was like a perfect little fly-eating alien. Seconds later Johnny was tugging at her sleeve, "Oi, let's go."
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