Fred relaxing at the FHG... In the not too distant past along the bank of quite an ordinary stream lived a frog who liked to call himself Fred. In his early years, Fred’s day went much the same way each and every day: relaxing by the water’s edge, enjoying the outdoors (perhaps a swim if feeling especially Froggy), evening socials (sometimes croaking till the wee hours of the morning), and feasting on an endless supply of pesky insects that just so happened to taste absolutely delicious (he IS a frog, afterall!).