James awoke the next morning as the sun hit his tiny body and he quickly realised, to his dismay, that the previous days events hadn't all been some horrible dream. He was a frog. A fairly ordinary looking frog indistinguishable to any human from the many others that inhabited the pond he was supposed to now live in. And he had no way of letting anyone know he was supposed to be anything else.
Over the next few hours it became clear to James that being a ftog with a human mind was an extremely boring existence. All he could really do was swim, hop about around the pond, or eat gross bugs. The other frogs (particularly the females) seemed keen to communicate with him but he had no idea what they were trying to say or how to respond.
After what felt like an age a large car pulled up and a family emerged from it. The family seemed like nice, well off people - an early middle aged couple with a boy of around ten and a girl maybe a little younger. As they settled down for a picnic James wondered in desperation if they could somehow help him.
He hopped over towards them and ended up sitting between a giant plate of sandwiches and a plastic tub of salad. It was the girl who noticed James first and she quickly picked him up and raised him to her giant face.
"What a sad looking froggie!" She beamed "How would you like to come home with me and be my pet?"
James tried to explain he was really a human who just wanted to be reunited with his body, but naturally that was impossible to communicate via the series of croaking noises he was able to make.
"He wants to be my pet!" The girl decided "Can I keep him! I'm going to call it Rebecca!" She enthused, apparently unaware of how to tell a frog's gender.
"No, I want it! I can take it to school for my show and tell!" The boy countered "I'll call it Sir Toadsworth!"
The parents looked at each other and smiled.