It was at that moment a young boy of about eight or nine years old walked past. In his hands was a plump green and brown bullfrog which was drawing attention to itself with a series of loud croaking noises. This was perfect for Kayla.
"Hey, is that your pet froggie?" Kayla asked the scruffy looking young boy.
"I hope so, I don't know if I'll be allowed to keep him but I found him by the river and I've always wanted a pet frog" the boy explained hopefully.
"Does he have a name?" Kayla wondered.
"Not yet, I only just found him" the boy shrugged.
"Why don't you call him James" Kayla suggested with a wicked grim "That seems like a good name for a frog!"
"Okay, I'll call him James then!" The boy agreed happily "James the frog. Thanks!"
"Don't mention it!" Kayla retorted with a snap of her fingers.
Suddenly James' perspective shifted dramatically. He was sitting in a pair of giant hands staring across at a giant version of Kayla and himself? Although the person that looked exactly like he should had fallen into a squatting position and was looking very confused and disorientated.
James couldn't believe this was real. He tried to call out to Kayla to switch him back into his proper body but only succeeded in making a series of croaking noises. How was he going to get out of this mess?