“Tonight I walked around the pond scaring frogs; a couple of them jumped off, going, in effect, eek, and most grunted, and the pond was still. But one big frog, bright green like a poster-paint frog, didn't jump, so I waved my arm and stamped to scare it, and it jumped suddenly, and I jumped, and then everything in the pond jumped, and I laughed and laughed.”
“Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water”
“Rabbits lost their temper and one jumped on a Frog's head and smashed it against the grass.”
“If frogs tasted like chicken, I’d gladly jump in the frying pan. Ah, but that’s life, no?”
“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.”
“If all my friends jumped off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them. I'd be at the bottom, hoping to catch them.”