This frog has a bit of a story:
My younger daughter was in hospital with a tummy virus. The gift shop at the hospital also served breakfasts and light lunches. I ran down to get some juice and saw the frog - couldn't resist buying him for her (even though she was almost eighteen at the time). I thought his name should be Kermit (well obviously). When I gave him to her she hugged him tightly and immediately turned exactly the same shade as the frog. Oh dear!! He smelt of food!! And not just any food - like a big greasy plate of bacon. When her "greenness" settled a bit she said she would call him "Bacon" but could I puh-leeez take him home and wash him!