From his new perspective Mortimer saw the Witch drawing a pointy wand from inside if her sleeve, she used it like a maestro conducting his orchestra. Everything wrapped around them and they were teleported to the Witch’s Cottage somewhere in the deep woods. Mortimer fell on a hard surface – a rock nearby the water of a large pond.
The Witch stood there in front of the rock looking at him; thinking about what to do next.
“Where did you bring me?” he croaked.
“To my house…” she answered still thinking. He was surprised she could actually understand him.
“Change me back immediately, Witch. You’ll regret greatly for this!” he threatened her. The Witch sighed and rolled up her sleeves.
“Mortimer, I thought that the simple fact that you were turned into a frog would have changed you, but no, you are still a despicable human being aren’t you?” she yelled.
Mortimer gulped.
The Witch started to wave her bony fingers and a purplish light formed around them.
“Listen carefully, Mortimer the Arrogant One, I will have mercy on you and let you decide your destiny. You’ll live as a frog all the days and all the nights of a year, and that’s the time you’ll have to make 77 good deeds – to a human or an animal, and prove that your soul is actually kind and merciful. Fail it and you’ll never drink tea anymore, nor ride the horse, nor talk to beautiful women but splash and eat bugs for the rest of your life!”
“Now, listen here you…” his indignation even lead him to stand on his back feet, before he could speak the purple energy hit him hard and he fell down the ground dazed and confused. He felt his body float on air. The Witch was making him float…
“Now, get going!” she said. And with this Mortimer was tossed across the pond to the marsh lands.