"I was turned when I was home...I'll go back home, maybe I'll be turned back too" he said.
"I don't think that's how it works" Kris commented. Brad's answer was an involuntary croak.
Brad hooped out of the pond and did the way back home. It took him twenty leaps more to go back to his home. There were lights on and so far so good – no neighbor or dog had appeared. He was a giant frog he could defend himself from a dog certainly.
He reached the backyard. He could see that there was a car parked in front of the garage. It was either his mother or father, or his sister. Although she didn’t drive she had older friends whose car could be that one. He looked up into his room. He started to change there; maybe if he stepped back in the changes would be reversed for some reason.
He didn’t want to get in trough the front door so he thought his legs were powerful enough to put him up there. The window was open; it was a 17 feet high jump. But it was a jump not a leap. Brad felt his body much brawnier and larger…could he really do it?
Brad braced himself and prepared his legs. He jumped and for his surprise he passed the window, almost reaching the roof.
Everything was so quick!
When falling down, his torso and neck were tossed against the wooden wall. He croaked with pain, his webbed hands however gripped the window and he was suspended. Brad pushed his body to fall inside the dark room, but his legs were way heavier.
“Oh no!” he ribbited right in the verge of letting his grip.
His mouth opened and he flickered his tongue which traveled the room and twisted around the doorknob. With this extra help, he used his tongue, his front paws and…he fell inside the room like a bag of lead.
He heard a cry. And then someone was coming upstairs.
Brad was composing himself. He looked to the computer’s screen, even in the dark he could distinguish his silhouette – still the one of a big toad.
The door opened…