I poured us each a big bowl of cornflakes. Angelo attacked his with astounding zeal. Once he had eaten the crunchy flakes on top, he leaned far over the rim to reach the soggy dregs. When all that remained was milk, he dove into the bowl and began drinking great cheekfuls.

“You are one hungry frog,” I said.

“I haven’t eaten in a long time,” he said, blinking milk from his eyes. “Plus, I’ll need strength for my journey.”

I set down my spoon. “You’re leaving?”