Chad's heart was racing. He was naked, tiny, and a frog. Damn, he was a frog. He couldn't see his cloaca, but he could sense it. His penis, and butt were fused into one thing now. If he was still male? He couldn't be a female frog could he? No, the giant mentioned bullfrogs - bullfrogs were male, but then again he said he was disappointed that Chad wasn't a bullfrog? Chad had to escape. Or maybe that was a bad idea? He was so tiny, and this secret admirer was the only one who knew he was a frog, and could probably change him back? But would he? Jumping contest? Oh, yeah, a lot of guys were excited about the planned Frog Jumping Contest scheduled for Spring Break. Chad had thought it was stupid, but now he might have to win it, if he ever wanted to be human again. Chad was nervous. He couldn't see what was going on, he could only feel he was being carried. He was so nervous, he leg muscles were twitching. Suddenly, the guy carrying him stumbled, tripped or for some reason shook Chad's box, and Chad jumped upward. He hit the lid of the box, and suddenly he was out in the open. He could hear frogs croaking in the distance. He wanted to go toward them, he heard an owl hoot, and a heron call. Both of them ate frogs didn't they? He was just a mouthful for a big bird now. He hoped a few feet in the high grass on the school lawn. He heard the giant coming for him.
"You get back in your box, Chad!" roared the giant, "I knew I should've taped it shut!"
A moth fluttered by, and Chad's tongue shot out and snatched it out of the air. Yuck, it was sort of chalky flavored. Maybe flies were juicier?
"Oh, you're hungry, Chad? Well, get back in the box, and when I get you home, you can go in the terrarium and eat live crickets to your heart's content."