The witch was away for a rather long time. But she DID have to use her crystal ball to send her message to all her acquaintances in the magical world, and the list was quite long. And sending off a message through a crystal ball is quite more technical than simply sending a text. But it's more traditional for witches, so few use actual cell phones or items of technology. Just electrical appliances is often the most they will use in their homes.
While the witch was putting two of her three new frogs for sale, the three said frogs were trying to get out of the jars that held them prisoners. But it resulted only in them exhausting themselves for nothing. But Chris got an idea. He slumped and lied on the bottom of the jar, still and motionless. John and Damon stared at him and croaked their concern, even if those had to replace intelligible words. So when the witch returned, ready to reward herself with a hot mug of exotic coffee, she quickly saw that her tasty brew of coffee beans would have to wait. One of her frogs was lying on its side, immobile. She wasn't sure this one would be the frog to keep for herself and she was waiting for a witch, warlock, sorcerer, wizard or other magical being to arrive and stake a claim, at least for the first two to come, but this was bad. Very bad! She tapped the glass, asking in a tense voice what was the matter with him. In front of the lack of answers, she grumbled a few curses and opened the lid, wondering what could have gone wrong. Said lid had holes, after all! But this was what Chris had been waiting for exactly. As soon as the lid was unscrewed, he humped at the face of the witch, who screamed in surprise and let both lid and jar fall from her hands to the floor. Chris landed on the ground lightly and hopped away in great leaps. He was amazed at how he got the hang of jumping as a frog fast! The witch screamed at him to come back but of course he didn't listen. Adios! Of course Chris did not really think about what he'd do, as a frog, once outside and out of sight of the witch. He just supposed for now that he'd get help, somehow. For now escaping the clutches of this old woman was the most important. If only he could make it to the window or to the door...