Sticky fingers

You were just a normal frog. Living in a habitat where the only thing you had to worry about was eating, sleeping, and mating. Then some little kid thought it would be awesome to make a bet to see if he could capture a frog. How were you supposed to know most peoples don't like slimy things? How were you supposed to know that men in suits who talked funny were really alien robots? How were supposed to know that this was no leap on a pad anymore...this was now the wild. TMNT fan fic. Please read! I don't own TMNT