The wicked witch cackled evilly as she gazed into her crystal ball and watched her hapless victim inspect her new form in the mirror. She was back in her lair, deep in a secret cave unknown to humans, surrounded by flickering green flames atop rancid candles made out of you-don't-want-to-know-what-type-of-wax. Her hunched-back jiggled and she laughed again, caressing the sphere with her knobby green fingers. The green cloud of smoke reappeared, filling the ball and engulfing Christina the Toad, before slowly dissipating to reveal a new setting: Christina had been transported to a craggy rock sticking out of a weed-choked pond in the middle of a dark forest!
"That's MUCH more appropriate," the hag rasped, rubbing her wart-covered hands together with glee. "And for the piece-de-resistance..." she tapped one finger to the crystal and a loud chime rang out just as a tarnished gold crown appeared atop the toad's head. "Don't you know there's only one way to regain your mundane humanity in this sort of situation? Let's hope you get too 'bogged down' in the details of your new life, little toady!"
Her hoarse laughter bounced off the walls of the dank cave, and in a shadowy wood far away, Christina the Toad tilted her amphibious head as the faint sound of cackling echoed through the trees above her. The toad inhaled to heave a human-like sigh, but suddenly her throat inflated and she emitted a long, loud chirping sound that rang out across the pond, causing her to blink in shock. Hadn't she read somewhere that only the MALE toads inflated their mouth lining to send out mating chirps?!