"The leg muscles," Mrs. Baker said. "Look at the tendons. This is where the power comes from. This is how they jump."
Mark was standing next to Alex. Mark looked pale. His face was the same color as the frog.
"I cannot do it," Mark whispered. "He looks like he is judging me. Look at his eyes, Professor. He knows what I did."
"He is a frog, Mark," Alex said. "He does not know anything. He is just biology."
"He is a jumper!" Mark insisted. "He is an athlete! Like me! This is a crime against speed!"
Maya, who was sitting at the next table, sighed. She had already dissected her frog perfectly. The organs were laid out in a neat row, labeled with little flags.
"It is fascinating," Maya said, adjusting her glasses. "The gastrocnemius muscle is huge relative to body size. If Mark had this muscle ratio, he could jump over the school."
"I could jump over the school right now if I wanted to!" Mark said, looking offended. "I just choose not to. It is dangerous for the roof."
