Then, Jared heard once again the frogs croak down by the pond. Behind his house, between some trees there was a creek filled with water - in the summer Jared would go there sometimes to swim and refresh himself. He looked trough the window right into the trees and felt his guts pulsing. Jared picked up the medallion and left the bathroom.
Walking down the corridor his frog webbed feet flopped all the way giving him a clumsy look. He descended the stairs and almost hypnotized he went to the back door and got out to his yard. The fresh breeze was sublimal and felt great in all of his body. Since it was night, he hopped no neighbour would catch him. He got down in all fours, like a real frog. He sighed with reliefed - that position was setting him free. Immediately he leaned over and when he was almost falling face to the ground, his now muscular legs jolted and he flew through the air, landing then perfectly on the fluffy tall grass. He stopped there, happy with himself. Suddenfly he heard a fly nearby, two, three...the garden was full of them all around.
"I hope I don't...Have to...Please, Jared concentrate before you..."
His tongue flickered out of his mouth and caught a fly. He was mesmerized with what he had just done. His tongue retrieved and Jared felt the crunchy taste.
"I hate that I ike it" he said.
He leapt once more, this time over the fence. He leapt again, and again, and again and was soon inside the trees where the atmosphere changed. He felt nervous at first but when he saw all that muddy water waiting for him, Jared calmed himself down. He emerged himself and let his body apreciate the water.
Then...