In the heart of the bayou, a quartet of green tree frogs dons dapper suits and bow ties, their fingers and feet adept at their chosen instruments. Under the warm glow of vintage lamps, they belt out a blend of blues and bebop, each note a testament to their swampy roots and slick style. The drummer’s sticks blur, the bassist plucks with gusto, while trumpets sing in brassy harmony. Here in this wooden-walled haven, melodies mingle with the night’s magic