Damon begins to start his new life as a witches pet. Once Chris and John were gone. The witch pick up Damon's jar.
"Now it's just you and me my new pet." Damon could only croak in response as the witch use more of her magic.
A terrarium then appear as she puts Damon in it. It was alot bigger then the jar he was living in.
"This will be your new home now my pet frog. Alot bigger then the jar you were in." Damon hops around his new home.
He could see twigs leafs and a little pond he could swim in. It seem to be roomier then his apartment.
He begins to croak in delight. The witch could tell he was happy. "You deserve a little reward then."
She then puts some dead flies into his new home. Damon finds himself using his long tounge and ate the flies. He felt disgusted. But couldn't deny they were tasty.
"There's more where that come from. If your a good frog that is." The witch was treating him better then his stepfather or his two acolytes.
It seems Damon had a better deal. Maybe being a frog won't be so bad.