As the witch was posting a message, through her crystal ball, that she had two frogs to sell, and not just any frogs but ruffians transformed, the three prisoners quickly realized how futile their jumps and croaks were. The jars had lids solidly sealed shut and their pleas and cries for help only came out as frog noises and croaks, completely unintelligible to humans. Probably to other frogs too, whose intellect must be as limited as possible. Holes for air were there, but much, much too small. Escape was impossible. Their jumps achieved nothing. Still they tried, until the witch came back, rubbing her hands and looking very pleased with herself.
"Perfect! I easily found two buyers for you two! They will be here shortly."
The three former humans looked at each other in worry. Who was to stay and who was to go? To where? Bought by whom? For what purpose? Who would have the worst deal? The witch laughed and approached, tapping the glass of John's jar.
"I'm keeping you. You are a very poisonous frog and your mucus will be perfect for murderous brews."
Well, John's fate was clear. And it did explain his red and black colors.
"You found a new owner who's a young witch. You're poisonous too, but not as much. YOUR mucus brings on diarrhoeas and vomiting. She is interested in creating diet elixirs with you."
Damon was tiny and yellow. Again, it explained his coloring. That left...
"As for YOU," said the witch, peering at Chris. "You're a common green frog. But very chubby. Very cute too. Exactly what a dear friend of mine want as a simple pet. You'll do great for that! And I sold you at a retail price."
She cackled, leaving them as she prepared some tea. The three good-for-nothings would serve a purpose, for once in their lives. Yet this purpose really didn't sit well with them. They were not really more reassured.
First came the young witch. Damon felt he was the luckiest. She was a real hottie! All curves and big boobs, with blonde curls. At least she'd be very pleasant to look at. Damon wondered if maybe he could bounce discreetly into the shower with her... She paid the old witch and took Damon, marvelling at the potions for dieting that she'd brew and sell for a hefty sum.
Next came Chris' turn. Now that one was downer. The witch that came was obese, ugly and wrinkled, worse even than the one that had transformed them into frogs! She saw Chris and started cooing at him, giving him baby talk and assuring him he was just "the cutest". She reached in and tickled the lout, who could only croak out giggles, much to his intense shame. She took away the fat frog, telling him of all the "fun" they were going to have together. She thanked profusely the old witch and departed upon her broomstick. Once everyone was gone, the old woman snapped her fingers, making a terrarium appear. She put John there and left the red and black frog for the night.