I was so scared that I jumped on the water. Not willing to be a mating partner for the frog. Although my froggy-pussy is twitching and vibrating, I have a pride to maintain and that’s why I keep on swimming and swimming.
The pond seems to be calm with no big activities. I let myself rest on the water. My head is above the water line and the body just dangles. I try to think about everything I know on frogs. My objective is to survive…I’ll have to eat, drink, sleep and escape from predators.
If I die, is the spell broken? Would that witch be so cruel she’d let me die? Oh boy…I really messed up big time. I hope I find her, or she comes here for me. Where is even this pond?
I jump on a lily pad and then jump on the air to get a a view. There hundreds of lily pads and the pond is quite big, in a frog’s perspective. It looks like the French country side around me.
I must be alert for herons and other birds, and even fishes who might gulp me up.