Kyle lost his sense of time. His days became more simple and as much as his human brain still conjured ideas to get out of the terrarium and fight the girls, something in his instinct was conforting him. Maybe they were right, maybe he was the right person to become a frog. Samantha was treating him like a pet...her mother had already discovered the terrarium. Mother and daugther had a huge conversation about him, according to his mother if she ever got the "disgusting green stuff" in her room or the kitchen, Kyle would be stomped to death.
"Oh! I believe he understands you and won't do anything like that!" Samantha produly said. And she was right, Kyle was fearing the mother now. What if he tried to escaped and got killed by her? Plus, Samantha had a cat he also wanted to avoid. Thank heaevens he seldom etered her room. Everyday she would put a dead fly and a dead worm on the terrarium...everyday Kyle would say he wouldn't eat it to prove he was still human. But everyday his instinct got the best from him and he devoured the snackes. At beginning he tried to track time, one day, two days, three days but to be honest he had forgotten it. To be honest he was enjoying it...and the only chance to become human again was in Sam and Becca's hands. The police would start to make questions when he'd be gone by a lot of time. Until then he was going to savour it...
That day Samantha got home and...