He had his eyes closed. He hopped that he’d be a human once again when he opened them.
He did so but he was still a werefrog.
Marty sighed and picked the medallion he had brought all along. He put it on the small table in front of her.
“You gave me that. Is that why I’m this?”
He gesticulated a lot hoping she’d understand.
“Now that you drank the potion we can understand each other. That day I woke up and the spirit of the mountains told me to picked this medallion up. It’s enchanted…it’s supposed to deliver a fate to someone. And they told me it was you.”
“What do you mean? Why did I turn into this?” Marty asked. “By the way can you give me a towel, I’m feeling a bit exposed.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed…” she sighed and tossed him a cloth.
“Now…why was I turned into a this?”
“Because the jungle spirits chose too. The jungle spirits choose someone to protect their forests, ponds and magical places. Haven’t you ever heard stories about the jaguarman, the crocodile man, mermaids?”
Marty scratched his head.