‘Charge’ came Gramps’ excited voice. I gasped. The frog general was as big as a full-grown cow. He started to roll his tongue back into his mouth. He was going to slurp me up and slide me down his throat. Thwack. The frog’s tongue cracked out like a giant whip. ‘Now,’ I screamed to Gramps. ‘Fire.’ It’s wicked how it grabs you. And it’s to be continued…