The first feeling of Damon was to be relived. The purse was open enough for air and the lid of the jar he was forced to inhabit had holes. What's more, the jar was rather large and humid, with leaves, twigs and mud. It felt comnfortable in spite of Damon's apprehension and against his will, his little amphibian heart swelled in happiness and he croaked in delight. He hopped in pure joy too.
"You're welcome," sweetly said the witch. "And what a cute polite little froggy you now are! You deserve a reward."
And with that she tossed some dead flies in the jar. Damon was partly disgusted but his new instincts took over and to his dismay his tongue shut out and he gobbled all the flies in a flash. It was great! What a treat! It was the best meal he'd ever had! Crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside! His human mind was appalled, disgusted and ashamed but the other new side of his mind felt happy with its belly full. Even better, it croaked and erupted in song and hopped even more. Hopping was funny! And he liked to croak. All was so goofy, like his entire bouncy green body! Damon was horrified at what his brain and body was now interested in doing instead of escaping but worse was to come. The witch told him to keep quiet and to be good as they were nearing his friends and he obeyed at once, as if it was the most normal thing to do! He quieted down and told himself his mistress was good and that she would give him more insect treats if he followed her orders. Besides, with a round belly full of flies, it was time to rest. So he lay low as his partners in crime got their comeuppance, ignoring his own human self attempting to escape from his new thoughts, pushing these back like some annoying concern that did not deserve consideration.