"Look at me!" said Amos. " I'm as big as this man's fist! And my eyes are bugging out!" I was here in future Brazil, but nobody cared. Amos didn't hear a thing and noticed it smelled very bad. Amos's wife, Roberta, was there, also, looking up from the ground. "I've gotta get him out of that man's fist. Help!" she said. "This place stinks!" A spacey little kid wanted to see how the frog looked. "He looks so good I think I want to eat him!" He ran and ran up the street to see if he could find a pot. The man holding Amos fell down and Amos took off hopping. Roberta was trampled.