On top of a small greened hill, shaded by a couple of trees there it stood a small white and crooked house.
The interior presented a small room decorated by witchcraft objects. Marty was now surer she was a witch. The white walls had carved masks, there was no TV or any sort of technology. There were statues and jars with everything on the furniture. It looked like the typical's swamp witch's cabin.
He was embarrassed for being naked. She signed him to stay there. He thought about sitting in a chair but his squatting position was comfortable. There was a fire place and a cauldron brewing. The fire made the temperature highed inside. Otherwise for human Marty it would have been great, but for frog Marty it was bit uncomfortable. His moisty skin was producing more water, he felt it sliding on his forehead, armpits and groin. His hands were trying to hide his private parts. ALthough the woman didn't seem to care troughout the whole way...
The black woman came back from the kitchen and put some of the pond’s water inside the cauldron that bubbled and some foam came out.
She then sat and revealed in her hand a small blue vial. She opened it and stretched her arm. He took it, with caution…his webbed hands were clumsy to pick up normal human objects. He drank the blue liquid…