James, who was quickly starting to think of himself as just a frog now, with no name, no importance, sat by the edge of the pond. The sun was completely set now, and his old body was who-knows-where, doing who knows what. The damn frog had stolen his legs AND his car, leaving him in a small frog body only capable of hopping short distances. His old life was lost. He had to figure out how to live with what he had now.
Something in his body started to cramp. Feeling this new sensation scared James. His tongue reflexively started flicking out of his mouth.
Oh no...
In all the turmoil, he forgot that everything had to eat. Damn his body was probably enjoying a juicy hamburger right now! And his options, were, well different now.
If frogs could cry, he would have. He wanted to scream, but only a long, low croak erupted his rubbery lips. He would never again taste his favorite foods, or do his favorite things. Now he would hop around this pond until he was eaten or died of natural causes.
The cramps intensified, and his tongue flicked out on its own accord, snatching a nearby fly out of the air and pulling it into his mouth. His body fell back on instincts and muscle memory, and ingested the tiny meal.
James' mind was screaming.