While Damon was hopping towards the pond, whose humidity he could feel and whose music was the croaking of other frogs, the witch snored and snorted loudly and woke up with a start. She felt wide awake. The witch frowned. Something was amiss. She could feel it. She looked around her humble hovel and noticed quickly that her new amphibious pet was gone. There was a wide enough gap in the terrarium for him to have jumped out. She must have left it badly closed when giving Damon his meal of dead flies and dried worms. She looked on the ground but of course the frog was nowhere to be found. Her frown deepened. Sure, as a frog, Damon could not go that far and indeed he could get gobbled by any number of carnivorous animals, from stoats or foxes to herons. He was certain to at best live the life of a frog in a pond, which wasn't great, if perhaps pleasant on the moment if he give in to his simple pleasures of swallowing flies and croaking to attract females. And mating. Damon had obviously given in to his new desires. But the witch hated seeing her pet leave like that and get away without her knowing. Damon had been angry at being turned into a frog and regretted his life as a prince, but to prefer hopping to a humid and muddy pond instead of staying with her, when he had been used to a palace and when her house should look kingly next to a hole filled with water... What an ungrateful boy! And she dressed him up in the cutest tiny clothes too! Not to mention that she needed his saliva for her potions! Oh, she would retrieve him and punishing him! She pronounced the few words of a spell and Damon was back in the witch's house, when he had been in mid-jump. He looked arounds and croaked pitifully at the looming and massive body of the witch.
"You ungrateful little brat!" she screamed. "Thinking you had it so bad here that you'd up and leave without a thank you? When I gave you everything a frog could want? Well, I have other uses for a prince!"