"Fred's been here for a shorter time than
Caroline." The green frog concluded.
Billy frowned again, "So which door is it?" He
asked.
"Door number 3." Said the red frog.
"Door number 8." Said the blue frog.
"Door number 12." Said the yellow frog.
"Door number 5." Said the green frog.
Without saying another word, the frogs hopped away
between the trees. As they disappeared into the bushes, the
wind began to howl again and the night drew in.