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was sitting on his bed, wearing his swim goggles.
    “What’s he doing?” asked Webster.
    “I don’t know,” said Judy. “He hasn’t moved his head for like an hour. And he wants me to call him Frog Eyes.”
    “Frogs don’t move their heads,” said Stink. “Just their eyes.”
    “Why are you wearing goggles inside the house?” Sophie asked.
    “No swimming today,” said Webster. “It’s Sunday.”
    “It’s my third eyelid,” said Stink. “Frogs have an extra eyelid so they can see underwater.”
    Judy snorted. “He still thinks he’s turning into a frog. No lie.”
    Webster shined a flashlight in Stink’s eyes. “He is blinking a lot. Frogs blink a lot, too.”
    Sophie touched his arm. “His skin does feel a little cool. And slippery.”

“But who ever heard of a frog that doesn’t swim?” said Judy. “You won’t even put your head underwater, Stink. Face it. Once a Polliwog, always a Polliwog.”
    “For your information,” said Stink. “A polliwog is a tadpole. And a tadpole turns into a frog.”
    Judy shrugged.
    “And I’m blinking because that’s what frogs do,” said Stink. “Frogs use their eyeballs to swallow bugs. No lie. They don’t have teeth, so their eyes push back in their head to force the food down.”
    Webster looked at Sophie. Sophie looked at Webster.
    “But you don’t eat with your eyeballs,” said Webster.
    “And you definitely don’t eat bugs,” said Sophie.
    Stink got up. He air-swam over to his desk. He fished inside his desk drawer till he found something. Something better than an Almost Joy candy bar. Better than a box of Milk Dudes. Better than a jawbreaker!
    A lollipop. Not just any old lollipop. A real-live dead-bug lollipop! A bright orange, sugar-free lollipop with a for-real cricket inside.

    Blink. Blink-blink.
    “You’re not really going to lick that, are you?” asked Webster.
    Blink-blink-blink.
    “Please tell me you’re not going to eat a cricket,” Sophie said.
    “Where’d you get that thing?” Judy asked.
    “Had it. Since last Halloween. I just never wanted to eat it before.” Stink took off the wrapper and stuck out his tongue.
    L-i-i-i-i-ck!
    Stink slurped his sucker. He licked that lollipop with his long tongue. He got sticky stuff on his nose, and he licked that, too.
    When he got to the cricket inside, he took a bite.
Munch-munch!
He took another bite.
CRUNCH!
    He swallowed.
Blinkblinkblinkblink-blink. GULP!
    Stink smiled, showing off a tiny cricket leg stuck in his teeth!

    “Ick!” squealed Judy, making a face.
    “Bluck!” said Sophie, sticking out her tongue.
    “Grosssss!” squealed Webster, holding his tummy.
    From behind his goggles, Stink’s eyes bugged out of his head. He looked a little green. He clutched his stomach.
    “Are you going to be sick?” Judy asked.
    “
I’m
going to be sick!” said Webster.
    “He looks like he’s going to croak,” said Sophie.
    Stink burped. He pushed back his goggles. “Crickets taste like . . . popcorn!” He grinned ear to ear, smiling wider than a Pacman frog.
    *   *   *
    On Monday, Stink had frogs on the brain all through Social Studies and Math and Art. He had frogs on the brain through lunch and recess. He had frogs on the brain till the bell rang.
    At last it was time for after-school swim lessons!
    In the car on the way to swim practice, Stink tested his frog ability. He stuck out his long tongue and —
slurp!
— touched the tip of his nose.
    “Still got it,” said Stink.
    On his way to the pool, Stink leapfrogged over Sophie in the grass. He leapfrogged over Webster. He even leapfrogged over Sophie
and
Webster.
    At the pool, Stink put on his swim trunks. Stink put on his flippers. Stink put on his goggles. He hopped into the pool without sticking a single toe in first.
    “Good for you, Stink!” Cammy called out. She was helping another Polliwog to float.
    Stink practiced holding his breath. Stink splashed a little water on his face. He blew bubbles with his