Mr and Mrs Frog only had one tadpole, and they loved her so much. Both of them has to enter the work force from a young age to support their family’s. Neither of them had any further education and their life’s desire was for their only daughter to have the opportunities they didn’t and to go to university, preferability Oxford or Cambridge. They worked every hour to secure extra tuition for their daughter and extra curriculum activities. One morning there was the familiar thud of post on the doormat. Sat there, a letter clear embossed with the Oxford University crest. Their daughter was at school. They both looked at each other. They both glanced at the clock, it was a Tuesday so after school she had extra maths, ballet class, and then chess club. It’s would be hours and hours before she would be home to open it herself and revel if her application was successful. The air hang heavy with the ethical dilemma ahead of them…. They so desperately wanted to know if their life’s work, all their sacrifices, all their daughters hard work had paid off, equally, they respected their daughter and knew her trust in them would be crushed if they opened the letter before her. Gently, they lifted the envelop up, time seemed to freeze. Then in a sudden, Mrs Frog ran to the kitchen, grabbed the kettle that was full of freshly boiled water and gently held the letter above it. Using the steam to attempt to gently unfurl the firmly glued seal on the envelope so they could glimpse the secret’s inside, before gluing it back down for their daughter to open in the evening, none the wiser. Minutes passes, the kettle was reboiled, the kitchen clock seemed to slow down, still only a tiny millimetre of the envelope seal had be carefully unfurled. Mrs Frog looks up, sweaty, breathing heavy, and looks over to her husband. What should we do my dear? She asked? Ripit! Ripit! He replied