I opened my locker to unpack my books, and I saw two little yellow eyes peering out at me. I immediately slammed the door shut. I saw three tiny golden fingers float to the floor in front of my locker. The door flew open and two tiny golden specks hopped out. “Frogs,â€? I thought to myself, “What are frogs doing in my locker?â€? As I bent down, my friend Al came over and said, “You okay?â€? “I think so,â€? I replied. I reached out to grab the frog, and a tongue lashed out from my locker. Wrapping around Al’s neck, it rapidly sucked him into my locker. Well I sure didn’t expect that to happen… I stared wide eyed at my locker. Surely enough, a tongue reached out and grabbed me. I fell onto a mushy ground, probably a wetland or a rainforest. “What the-“ I was cut off by a mumble coming from underneath me. “Al?â€? I said. I got up and looked at him. He got up, covered in mud. “How do we get out of here?â€? I said. “You don’t,â€? said an unfamiliar voice.