The witch draws with chalk a pentagram on the floor of her house, surrounded by intricate mysterious and occult symbols. Then she threw a powder that set itself aflame and uttered strange words of magical power. A shape materialised itself, dark and thin, with a pointed forked tail and horns. A demon, or middle-sized imp.
"You summoned me, lady of witchcraft?"
"Yes, demon."
"Glad to clarify that. Now how may I serve you?"
"A dirty thief I caught has escaped in the wild. I had changed him into a frog. Retrieve him for me and I'll reward you."
The demon thought for a few seconds.
"Four billy goats and a you g fresh pretty maiden to regress so she can be adopted and raised in the underworld. That is the price. We ARE talking about getting back a frog, after all. Hardly the most prestigious mission of all."
"That's a hefty price," grumbled the witch. "But yes, you'll have these at the next full moon. I want that thief punish badly. And you'll spot him because of the magical aura surrounding him."
The demon nodded and swiftly went up the chimney, intent on bringing Damon back and earn his reward. Chris and John were scared. Poor Damon had no idea what was coming for him... The witch cackled and looked at her two remaining frogs.
And once that lout gets back here, believe me, he'll sorely regret being a frog.