Fern sprinted into the first year girl's dorm room and skidded to a stop before her bedside table, on which the tank that held her toad, Lewis, rested. She took a moment to catch her breath before gently lifting off the tank's wire roof. "Lewis, Lewis," she whispered softly, snaking in a hand, which was grasping a hot pink nail file, "I swear this won't hurt, I promise, I just need-" she scraped the shorter edge of her emery board, the side without the gritty, abrasive texture, quickly against his back, and the toad went jumping across the tank and behind a rock, "a little sample! A little sample, Lewis! That was it! That's all!"

Pulling the file out, Fern maneuvered the wire netting back in place and blew a kiss to her toad. "Love you Lewie! I'll bring you some nice crickets after class, okay!? Nice and fresh!"

Then she scampered out the door and back to class.