"Gribbit! Gribbit.....Gribbit!? GRIBBIT!" James croaked in frustration as he attempted to make human noises once again, but it was all to no avail. What Kayla had threatened was true, eating those strangely delicious bugs had cost him his ability to communicate with other humans. Not that they would be able to help him anyway. The only person who could rescue him now was probably Kayla.
Just as that thought hit him, James heard laughter echoing around him from the trees as if in mocking response to any optimism he may still hold, but he didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction of reacting. Instead he hopped away from the pond and the temptation of all the other potential snacks lurking there. He looked back with disgust at the frogs and toads swimming in the mucky water behind him. No way was he going to become one of them, there had to be some way to reverse this. Didn't Kayla say something about her father? Surely he wouldn't approve of this behaviour. Or perhaps there was someone else at the carnival who knew about her malicious magic and how to counteract it.
As embarrassing as it was, James knew he had to head back to the carnival in his current form and try and find someone who could help him. Even if all he could do was croak, at least people could see there was something wrong and try to help. The only other option was to accept spending the rest of his life as a toad.
Apart from finding anyone who would be willing or able to help him, there was another pressing problem, an almost unnatural level of hunger for bugs and flies which were readily available to him in great abundance. He knew he had to resist though, there was no telling what or how significant the next change would be.