My Teacher Is Afraid of Frogs

Tom loved school.

Well, he loved some parts of school.

He loved lunch.

He loved art class.

And he loved his teacher, Ms. Green.

Ms. Green was not like other teachers.

She had red hair and big glasses.

She always wore green clothes.

Tom thought that was funny.

"Ms. Green wears green!" he told his friend Jake every day.

"I know," said Jake. "You say that every day."

Ms. Green was a good teacher.

She made learning fun.

She brought in books with pictures.

She let the children work in groups.

She never shouted.

She always smiled.

"Ms. Green is the best," said Emma.

Emma sat next to Tom.

She had brown hair and she always did her homework.

Tom nodded. "Yes, she is."

The class had twenty children.

There was Tom, Jake, Emma, and many more.

They all liked Ms. Green.

One Monday, Ms. Green came into the classroom.

She put a big box on her desk.

"Good morning, everyone!" she said.

"Good morning, Ms. Green!" said the class.

"This week is Nature Week," said Ms. Green.

"We will learn about plants and animals.

We will go outside to the school garden.

We will draw pictures of flowers and bugs.

It will be fun!"

The children were happy.

Nature Week sounded great.

"Can we see frogs?" asked Jake.

"Frogs live near water," said Ms. Green.

"The school garden has a small pond.

So... yes, maybe."

Jake smiled. He liked frogs.

That afternoon, the children went to the school garden.

It was a warm day.

The sun was bright.

The flowers were red and yellow.

Bees flew from flower to flower.

Ms. Green walked with the children.

She showed them a big tree.

"This tree is very old," she said.

"It was here before our school."

The children looked at the tree.

Some of them drew pictures of it.

Tom walked to the pond.

The water was green.

Little fish swam near the top.

"Look!" said Jake.

He pointed to a rock near the water.

Tom looked.

A small frog sat on the rock.

It was green and brown.

It did not move.

It just sat there and looked at them.

"Cool!" said Tom.

"Ms. Green!" called Jake. "Come and look! There is a frog!"

Ms. Green walked over to them.

She looked at the rock.

Then she saw the frog.

Something happened.

Ms. Green's face went white.

Her eyes went very big.

She took one step back.

Then another.

Then she made a strange sound — not a word, just a sound — and she walked very fast back to the school building.

Tom and Jake looked at each other.

"What happened?" said Tom.

"I don't know," said Jake.

Emma walked over. "Where is Ms. Green?"

Tom pointed at the school. "She went inside. Very fast."

The three children looked at the frog.

The frog looked at them.

Then the frog jumped into the pond with a small splash.

"Hm," said Tom.

The next day, Tom could not stop thinking about Ms. Green.

"She was scared," he told Jake before school. "I know it."

"Maybe she was cold," said Jake.

"It was warm," said Tom.

"Maybe she had to go to the bathroom," said Jake.

Tom shook his head. "No. She saw the frog. Then she ran."

Emma walked up to them. "Are you talking about Ms. Green?"

"Yes," said Tom. "She was scared of the frog."

Emma looked at her shoes. "I think so too," she said. "But we should not talk about it."

"Why not?" said Tom.

"Because it is not kind," said Emma.

Tom did not think about kind. He thought about the frog.

In class, Ms. Green was back to normal.

She smiled. She taught the children about plants.

She showed them pictures of trees and flowers.

Tom watched her carefully. She looked fine.

After lunch, Emma had an idea.

"Tom," she said. "I have a toy frog at home.

It is green and it looks real.

I can bring it tomorrow. We can... test."

Tom looked at her. "I thought you said it was not kind."

Emma looked at her shoes again. "I know. But... I want to know. Just a small test. I will not put it near her. I will just... show her, from far away."

The next day, Emma brought the toy frog.

It was small and green. It looked like a real frog.

At break time, Tom, Jake, and Emma went to the classroom.

Ms. Green was at her desk. She was reading a book.

Emma held up the toy frog near the door.

"Ms. Green," she said. "Look what I have!"

Ms. Green looked up. She saw the toy frog.

Her face went white. Her eyes went very big.

She put her book down very fast.

"Emma," she said. Her voice was different — small and a little high. "Could you... put that away, please?"

"Of course," said Emma. She put the toy frog in her bag.

Ms. Green took a deep breath. "Thank you," she said. Her voice was normal again. She picked up her book.

Tom, Jake, and Emma went back outside.

"So it is true," said Tom. "She is scared of frogs."

"Even toy frogs," said Jake.

"She is scared of frogs," said Emma. She did not smile. She looked sad.

"What do we do now?" said Jake.

Tom had many ideas. Some of them were not very good.

"We could put a frog on her desk," he said.

"No," said Emma.

"We could put a picture of a frog on the wall."

"No," said Emma.

"We could —"

"No," said Emma again.

Jake laughed. "You keep saying no and he keeps saying ideas."

Emma crossed her arms. "His ideas are not good."

Tom thought some more. "We could... tell everyone."

Emma looked at him. "Tell everyone what?"

"That Ms. Green is scared of frogs."

Emma was quiet for a moment.

"No," she said. But this time she did not say it fast. She said it slowly. Like she was not so sure.

Tom tried not to tell everyone.

He really tried.

He did not tell his mother.

He did not tell his little sister.

He did not tell the boy on the bus who was always loud.

But at school, it was hard.

At lunch, Jake sat with his friends from the other class.

Tom sat next to him.

"Guess what?" said Jake.

Tom looked at him. "Jake —"

"Ms. Green is scared of frogs!" said Jake.

Tom put his head down on the table.

The other children at the table went quiet.

Then they all started talking at once.

"Really?"

"No way!"

"How do you know?"

By afternoon break, all the children in the school knew.

Children came up to Tom in the yard.

"Is it true? Ms. Green is scared of frogs?"

"Yes," said Tom.

"How do you know?"

"Emma showed her a toy frog and she went white."

The children laughed.

Emma walked over. She looked at Tom. "Did you tell everyone?"

"Jake told everyone."

"Jake!" said Emma.

Jake held up his hands. "I am sorry. It came out."

Emma looked around. Children were laughing and talking. She did not look happy.

"This is not good," she said.

"Why not?" said Tom. "It is funny."

"It is not funny for Ms. Green," said Emma.

Tom thought about this. "Maybe a little funny," he said.

Emma did not smile.

That afternoon, in class, some children started to talk about frogs.

"Ms. Green, what do frogs eat?" asked a boy called Sam.

"They eat insects," said Ms. Green. She did not look different. She talked in a normal voice.

"Do you like frogs?" said Sam.

A few children looked at each other and smiled.

Ms. Green looked at Sam. She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "We are learning about plants today, Sam. Please open your book to page twelve."

"But do you —"

"Page twelve, Sam."

Sam opened his book.

But then another child, a girl called Lily, put up her hand.

"Ms. Green, is it true you are scared of frogs?"

The classroom was very quiet.

Ms. Green looked at Lily. She looked at the class. Her face did not go white this time. She just looked... a little sad.

"Who told you that?" she said.

Nobody spoke.

"I see," said Ms. Green.

She was quiet for a long time. The children looked at her. Nobody moved.

Then Ms. Green said, "Let us talk about page twelve."

And that was all.

Tom looked at Emma. Emma looked at Tom. Jake looked at the table.

Nobody felt very happy.

That night, Tom lay in bed and thought about Ms. Green's face.

Not when she saw the frog. The other face. The sad one.

He did not feel good about it.

The next morning, Tom came to school early.

Emma was already there.

She was sitting near the classroom door with her bag on her lap.

"I have an idea," said Emma.

Tom sat next to her. "What kind of idea?"

"A good kind," said Emma. "Not like your ideas."

"My ideas are sometimes good," said Tom.

Emma looked at him. "Which one?"

Tom thought. He could not remember.

"OK," he said. "What is your idea?"

Emma opened her bag. She took out a book. It was blue with a green frog on the cover. The title was "All About Frogs."

"A book?" said Tom.

"Yes. I got it from the library yesterday. It has pictures and facts. Did you know frogs can jump ten times their body length?"

"No," said Tom.

"Did you know there are more than six thousand kinds of frogs?"

"No."

"Did you know some frogs are very small? Only one centimeter?"

Tom looked at the book. "That is interesting."

"Yes!" said Emma. "Frogs are interesting. Not scary. If Ms. Green learns about frogs, maybe she will not be scared."

"Or maybe she will be more scared," said Tom.

Emma shook her head. "My mother is scared of dogs. Then she read a book about dogs. Now she is less scared. She still does not like big dogs. But small dogs are OK."

"Ms. Green is scared of all frogs," said Tom. "Even toy frogs."

"We can start small," said Emma. "With pictures. In a book. No real frogs."

Jake ran over to them. He was eating a piece of bread.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Emma has a plan," said Tom. "She wants to help Ms. Green."

Jake looked at the frog book. He listened. He ate his bread. He was quiet.

"That is a very Emma plan," said Jake.

"What does that mean?" said Emma.

"It means it is nice," said Jake. "And maybe it will work. And it is not very exciting."

"I do not want exciting," said Emma. "I want kind."

Jake shrugged. "OK."

"But first," said Emma, "we have to say sorry."

Tom and Jake looked at each other.

"For what?" said Tom.

Emma crossed her arms. "Jake told everyone. Tom said it was funny. Lily asked Ms. Green in front of the class. Ms. Green was sad. We have to say sorry."

Tom looked at his shoes. "I did not tell everyone."

"But you said it was funny. When a teacher is sad, it is not funny."

Tom thought about Ms. Green's face again. The sad one. Not the scared one.

"OK," he said. "We say sorry."

Jake finished his bread. He brushed his hands on his trousers. "OK," he said. "We say sorry. Then we show her the book?"

"Yes," said Emma. "If she wants to look."

"And if she does not want to look?" said Tom.

"Then we say sorry and we stop," said Emma. "That is the plan."

Tom nodded. It was a good plan. It was not exciting. But it was good.

At break time, Tom, Emma, and Jake knocked on the classroom door.

"Come in," said Ms. Green.

They opened the door. Ms. Green was at her desk. She had a cup of tea. She was reading some papers.

"Tom. Emma. Jake," she said. "What is it?"

The three children stood near the door. Tom looked at Emma. Emma looked at Jake. Jake looked at his shoes.

"We want to say sorry," said Emma.

Ms. Green put down her cup.

"Sorry for what?" she said.

"For talking about you," said Emma. "Jake told people. And... everyone asked you about it. In class. That was not kind."

"I see," said Ms. Green.

"I am sorry," said Jake.

"I am sorry too," said Tom.

Ms. Green was quiet for a moment. She looked at the three children. Tom felt his face go hot.

"Thank you," said Ms. Green. "It is good to say sorry."

She picked up her cup again.

"Ms. Green," said Emma.

"Yes?"

Emma held up the frog book. "I brought this. It is from the library. It has pictures of frogs. Facts about frogs. I thought... maybe you would like to see it. But you do not have to."

Ms. Green looked at the book. She did not go white. She did not look scared. She just looked... surprised.

"A book about frogs?" she said.

"Yes," said Emma. "It helped my mother. She was scared of dogs. She read about dogs. Now she is less scared."

Ms. Green was quiet. She looked at the book. She looked at Emma.

"Your mother was scared of dogs," she said.

"Yes. Big ones. Now she is OK with small ones."

Ms. Green put down her cup. She stood up. She walked to Emma and took the book. She looked at the cover. The frog on the cover was big and green and had big yellow eyes.

Ms. Green took a slow breath.

"My mother was scared of spiders," she said. "I know what it is like."

"Were you scared of spiders too?" said Tom.

"No. But I watched my mother. She could not go near them. She was very scared." Ms. Green looked at the frog on the cover. "My fear is frogs."

"Why?" said Jake.

Ms. Green smiled. A small smile. "That is a long story."

"We have time," said Jake.

Emma looked at him. "Jake."

"What? It is break time."

Ms. Green laughed. It was a small laugh, but it was a real one.

"OK," she said. "I will tell you. Sit down."

Tom, Emma, and Jake sat on chairs near the desk. Ms. Green sat on her chair. She held the frog book in her lap.

"When I was six years old," she said, "I was in my grandmother's garden. It was summer. I was wearing open shoes — sandals. I was walking in the grass."

The children listened.

"I looked down," said Ms. Green, "and there was a frog. On my foot. Just sitting there."

"Oh," said Emma.

"I did not see it come. It was just... there. On my foot. Its skin was cold and wet. I screamed. I ran. I fell in the mud."

Jake laughed. Then he stopped. "Sorry."

"It is OK," said Ms. Green. "My grandmother laughed too. But after that day... I could not look at frogs. Every time I see one — even a picture — I think of that cold, wet frog on my foot."

The three children were quiet.

"That makes sense," said Tom.

Ms. Green looked at him. "Does it?"

"Yes. One bad moment. Then you remember it every time."

Ms. Green nodded. "Yes. That is right."

She looked at the book in her lap. "All About Frogs," she read.

"You do not have to open it," said Emma.

"I know," said Ms. Green. She opened the book to the first page.

The first page had words. No pictures. Just words.

"Frogs are amphibians," Ms. Green read. "They live on land and in water. There are more than six thousand kinds of frogs in the world."

"Six thousand!" said Jake.

"I know," said Emma. "I told Tom. He was surprised too."

Ms. Green turned the page.

This page had a picture.

It was a small frog. It sat on a green leaf. Its eyes were big and round. Its skin was bright orange and blue.

Ms. Green stopped.

"That one is beautiful," said Emma. "It is called a poison dart frog. It lives in South America."

"It is small," said Ms. Green.

"One centimeter," said Emma. "Some of them."

Ms. Green looked at the picture for a long time. Her hands held the book. They did not shake.

"It is beautiful," she said. Quietly.

"There are more pictures," said Emma.

Ms. Green turned another page. More frogs. A red frog. A blue frog. A yellow frog with black spots.

"These look like they are from a story," said Ms. Green. "Not real."

"They are real!" said Emma. "That is the amazing thing."

Ms. Green turned more pages. A frog in a tree. A frog in snow. A very fat frog. A very tiny frog on a finger.

Tom watched Ms. Green's face. She was not white. She was not scared. She was... interested.

"This one looks funny," said Ms. Green. She pointed to a fat green frog sitting on a log. Its mouth was very wide. It looked like it was smiling.

Jake laughed. "Yes! It looks happy."

"It looks like my uncle," said Tom.

Everyone laughed.

Ms. Green closed the book.

"Emma," she said.

"Yes?"

"Thank you. This is... nice." She put the book on her desk. "But looking at pictures is not the same as seeing a real frog."

"No," said Emma.

"One day, maybe, I will be OK with real frogs. But not yet."

"That is OK," said Emma. "My mother took a long time too."

The bell rang. Break time was over.

Tom, Emma, and Jake stood up.

"Ms. Green," said Tom. "Can we ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"Can we... help? A little more? We will not do anything scary. We will ask you first."

Ms. Green looked at the three children. Tom held his breath.

"What kind of help?" she said.

"Small things," said Emma. "Step by step. Like... looking at pictures more. Then maybe a toy frog, if you want. We will not push you."

Ms. Green thought. She picked up her tea cup. She looked out the window.

"Step by step," she said.

"Yes," said Emma.

"And if I say stop, you stop."

"Yes. Right away."

Ms. Green looked at them. "OK," she said. "Step by step."

Tom smiled. Jake smiled. Emma smiled the biggest.

"See you after school," said Emma.

After school, Tom, Emma, and Jake came back to the classroom.

Ms. Green was there. The frog book was on her desk.

"Ready?" said Emma.

"I think so," said Ms. Green.

Emma put her bag on a chair. She took out a piece of paper. On the paper, she had drawn a frog. It was not a very good drawing. The frog had big eyes and a wide mouth and four legs. It looked more like a green dog than a frog.

"I drew this," said Emma. "Is it OK?"

Ms. Green looked at the drawing. She smiled. "Is that a frog?"

"Yes," said Emma. She looked at her drawing. "It is not very good."

"The eyes are too big," said Jake. "And the legs are too long."

"I know," said Emma.

"It looks like an alien," said Tom.

Emma picked up her drawing. "OK, maybe it is not a good frog. But it is not a scary frog."

Ms. Green laughed. "No, it is not scary. It is very... friendly looking."

She took the drawing and put it on her desk.

"Good," said Emma. "Now. Do you want to see the frog book again?"

"Yes," said Ms. Green.

They looked at the book again. Ms. Green pointed at pictures. She asked questions.

"What does this one eat?"

"Insects," said Emma.

"And this big one?"

"That is a goliath frog. It is the biggest frog in the world. It can eat small birds."

"Oh," said Ms. Green. She looked at the picture of the big frog. "OK. That one I do not like."

"Me neither," said Jake.

"Can it eat a person?" said Tom.

"No," said Emma. "But it can eat a rat."

"Cool," said Tom.

"Not cool," said Emma.

"A little cool," said Jake.

Ms. Green turned the page. A small tree frog sat on a branch. It was green with big round eyes. It looked like it was sleeping.

"That one," said Ms. Green, "looks like it is dreaming."

"It is very cute," said Emma.

Ms. Green looked at the picture for a long time. Then she said, "My grandmother had a garden. After the frog moment, I never went back to the pond. I always went to the flower part. But sometimes I heard the frogs at night. From my bed. They made a sound like... rrrr. rrrr."

"I know that sound," said Tom. "We have frogs near our house."

"Do you like them?" said Ms. Green.

"Yes," said Tom. "It is a nice sound. Like the garden is sleeping."

Ms. Green looked at him. "Like the garden is sleeping," she said. "Yes. That is a nice way to say it."

Emma smiled. "Ms. Green, you know a lot of nice things about frogs. You just forgot them."

Ms. Green looked at Emma. Then she laughed. A big, real laugh.

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe you are right."

On Friday, Jake came to school with a jam jar.

Inside the jar was a small frog. It was green and brown. It sat very still.

Emma saw the jar. Her face went red.

"Jake," she said. Her voice was very quiet. "What is that?"

"A frog," said Jake.

"I know it is a frog. Why do you have it?"

"For Ms. Green," said Jake. "Step by step, right? She looked at pictures. She saw the drawing. Now she can see a real frog. In a jar. It is safe. The frog cannot jump out."

Emma looked at the jar. The frog looked back at her.

"You have to ask her first," said Emma. "You cannot just bring a frog and put it in front of her."

"I know," said Jake. "I will ask."

Tom looked at the jar. "Where did you get it?"

"My garden," said Jake. "I caught it this morning. I will put it back after school."

The three children went to the classroom. Ms. Green was writing on the board.

"Ms. Green," said Jake. "Can I ask you something?"

Ms. Green turned around. She saw Jake. She saw the jar. She saw the frog.

Her face went white.

"Jake —" she said.

"It is in the jar," said Jake, very fast. "It cannot come out. I am far away. You do not have to come near it. I just want to show you. But only if you want. Emma said to ask first. So I am asking."

Ms. Green did not move. She looked at the jar. The frog was very still.

"It is small," said Tom.

"Yes," said Ms. Green. Her voice was small too.

"Do you want me to take it outside?" said Jake.

Ms. Green was quiet. She looked at the frog. She looked at Jake. She looked at Emma and Tom.

"How far away are you?" she said.

"Near the door," said Jake. "You are near the board. It is five meters."

Ms. Green looked at the frog again.

"It cannot come out?" she said.

"The lid is closed," said Jake. "And there are little holes for air. But the frog cannot open the lid."

Ms. Green took a slow breath. She looked at the frog. The frog did not move.

"OK," she said. "Five meters. And you do not come any closer."

"OK," said Jake.

For one minute, Ms. Green looked at the frog. She did not go white again. Her hands were at her sides. She breathed slowly.

"It is small," she said.

"Yes," said Emma. "Like in the book."

"Brown and green," said Ms. Green.

"Yes."

"It is... sitting there."

"Yes," said Tom. "Just sitting."

Ms. Green let out a long breath.

"OK," she said. "OK. That is... that is enough for today."

"I will take it outside," said Jake.

"Thank you," said Ms. Green.

Jake went outside with the jar. Ms. Green sat down at her desk. Emma gave her a glass of water.

"Are you OK?" said Emma.

"Yes," said Ms. Green. She drank some water. "I am OK. I looked at a real frog and I did not run."

"You did very well," said Emma.

Ms. Green smiled. "I feel like I am six years old again. And my teacher is... a ten year old girl."

Emma laughed. Tom laughed. When Jake came back, they told him. He laughed too.

The next week, Ms. Green put Emma's drawing on the classroom wall.

Next to it, she put a picture from the frog book. She printed it in color. The small green tree frog. The one that looked like it was dreaming.

The children in the class saw the pictures.

"Why are there frogs on the wall?" said Sam.

"Because frogs are interesting," said Ms. Green. "Did you know there are more than six thousand kinds of frogs in the world?"

"No," said Sam.

"Now you know."

After class, Tom, Emma, and Jake stayed to help clean the room.

"Ms. Green," said Tom, "are you less scared now?"

Ms. Green thought about the question.

"Less scared," she said. "Yes, I think so. I still do not want a frog on my foot." She smiled. "But I can look at a picture. And I can look at a frog in a jar, from far away."

"That is good," said Emma.

"Yes. It is good." Ms. Green looked at the picture on the wall. "You know, I told my sister about all this. About you three. About the book and the jar."

"What did she say?" said Jake.

"She laughed. For a long time." Ms. Green smiled. "Then she said, 'Good for you.'"

Tom picked up a cloth and cleaned a desk. "Ms. Green, can I ask something?"

"Yes?"

"Are you still angry? About the beginning? When Jake told everyone?"

Ms. Green looked at Jake. Jake looked at the floor.

"I was not angry," said Ms. Green. "I was... sad. A little. But then you came and said sorry. And you brought the book. And you helped. And Jake brought the frog and asked first." She looked at Jake. "That was kind, Jake. To ask first."

Jake looked up. "Emma said to ask."

"Emma has good ideas."

Emma smiled.

Ms. Green sat on her desk. "You know what the funniest part is?"

"What?" said Tom.

"Every year, I do Nature Week. Every year, we go to the garden pond. Every year, I hope there are no frogs. Last year, there were none. The year before, none. This year — one frog on one rock. And you all saw."

"We were very lucky," said Jake.

"Lucky," said Ms. Green. She laughed. "Yes. Lucky. But it was the best thing. Because now I have your drawing on my wall. And I know about six thousand kinds of frogs. And I know that some frogs are one centimeter small. And I can look at a frog in a jar without running."

Tom put down his cloth. "Ms. Green, do you think, one day, you can touch a frog?"

Ms. Green thought for a long time.

"One day," she said. "Maybe. We will see." She stood up. "Step by step."

"Step by step," said Emma.

"Right." Ms. Green picked up her bag. "OK, it is time to go home. Thank you for cleaning. And thank you for... everything."

Tom, Emma, and Jake walked to the door.

"Ms. Green," said Emma, "can we come back next week? More step by step?"

Ms. Green smiled. "Yes," she said. "Next week. Same time. Bring the book."

"OK," said Emma.

They walked out of the school. The sun was low in the sky. Birds sang in the trees.

"That was a good day," said Jake.

"Yes," said Tom.

"A very Emma plan," said Jake. "Nice. Maybe boring. But nice."

Emma pushed him. Jake laughed. Tom laughed.

From the school building behind them, they heard Ms. Green laughing too.