The three frogs were unhappy. They had reason to be. After all, they weren't frogs but human young men who were now stuck in jars, two of them waiting to be sold to witches. And they had no idea who would stay and who would go. They couldn't even talk, but just croak. Their screams and shouts were just pitiful croaking, impossible to understand. They just bounced against the jar's glass, frustrated at the smallness of their respective prisons and trying to get used to their new bodies. Those legs and thighs were hard to control and at the slightest movement, they bounced as if upon a trampoline! Moreover, they were fighting against their new instincts of finding moisture and water. They did not understand why their skin felt too dry and uncomfortable.
Damon was no different from his two accomplices. He tried to escape but his tries were unsuccessful. Yet he noticed that as he jumped against the wall of the jar, it wobbled. Maybe because he was slightly larger than Chris or John. And the jar WAS close to the edge of the table... Perhaps if he made the jar fall, it would shatter ion the floor and free him. Then he could... Well, find help. Somehow... But it'd be better than being stuck in a glass, waiting to be sold off top a crazy witch! Even if the witch returned before his plan could be set in motion. Even if the glass shards could wound him. Even if the jar might not break at all. So he jumped, again and again, despair making him strong. Eventually, with a final push, the jar fell and thankfully broke. Chris and John had gone silent, intent on watching Damon's escape attempt and silently rooting for him. The noise seemed deafening and the witch would surely come back. Damon jumped away, grateful for the first time of his long legs made for that purpose. No cuts. Good, good. Now he needed to jump out the window or passed the door or... well, hide would be a good option too.
"What was that noise?" shouted the witch as she came stomping in, a furious looming figure Damon found terrifying, especially her feet, now huge and menacing.
The witch spotted the shattered jar and Damon in an instant.
"You! Come back here!" yelled the old woman.
Fat chance. Damon hopped away, determined to not let himself get caught. He had to get away! He just had to!