Kayla was called by her father in that moment and picked up James. She brought it to her trailer; she tossed him into an aquarium with water and by the night, she came and emptied it on the pond nearby the camping sit.
“James, you can rest here for a while, when I’ll have time I’ll come here and undo the spell. I’m sorry, now…”
James couldn’t believe what he had heard. He was going to be left all that time alone, as a frog; he maintained himself near the margin for the first hours; he stood there all by himself, just him and the water. When the first fly passed around he felt his stomach wrapped and prayed he wouldn’t do it; the first fly was disgusting, the second tolerable, the third wasn’t so bad, the tenth tasted like chips. Bit by bit James gave a break to his nature and began to swim around…he did feel free swimming, but when his feelings concentrated only on the water and peaceful water his mind would remember his human life, his friends, his family. What would they say if they knew where what had happened? What would his mother do? What would his school bully say if he knew he was now a frog? Or that hateful work colleague? He had lots of time to think on those questions as time passed by and Kayla obviously had forgotten him. First he kept track of them: one, two, three, four, five days, then among the flies, croakroaches, leaping, frogs and salamanders he knew he forgot it. At some point James would open his eyes from his sleep, eat a couple of flies for breakfast and swim to the other side of the pond; he’d find his new frog friends (to whom he never told who he was) and go for a leaping outside of the pond to some mudded puddles nearby the area, sometimes he’d climb a tree with his frog pals or bully with a salamander. He got used to being a toad.