I hear once more a croak. It's different from Chad's croaking. Now instead of a jock I have the image of a hipster guy...like one of those I used to see in a Starbucks - with glasses, a shaggy beard and a scarf, sipping something like a machiato sprinked with gengibre, while typing in his laptop and saying "I'm a non edited author, actually, ok?"
I despised those guys and would like to punch them in the face. But I remember what the witch said."you'll be a horny, female frog".
Damn, am I horny!
I swim while being lead by this chant. I end up on one of the pond's margin. I hop out of the water and I see the toad. It has no warths -like me or Chad, it's slimy and shiny. It looks at me with snobism and I feel kind of humilliated. I look in the other way and fight the horny side of me...I want to jump again on the water when I'm crushed by the toad. HE JUMPED OVER ME!!!
"Get out!" I croak.
It croaks something like a laugh and penetrates me. I'm being raped by this snob frog. If I wasn't so damn horny I would definetively be kicking him...but...I'm horny!!!