The warlock went back to his home, an abode that was in fact a lavish mansion, with the sort of architecture found in the northern Mediterranean. The warlock did there his experiments in magic and his studies in the dark arts, and where he sell his wares to the rich and powerful. Gold came easy to him. He had talent, incredible powers in magic and above all, ambition. He set Chris, still in his jar, on a small table in the entryway and left. Chris wished to protest, even if it came under the form of croaks. Hey! That man could have put him in a decent terrarium! It was cramped and uncomfortable in that jar! That magician should know that, if he claimed he was THAT smart! Couldn't he know that being a frog implied that Chris had certain needs? What a fool that stupid magician was! But as Chris jumped in his jar in anger, he noticed the room he was in. Full of strange objects and books, all smacking of the occult. Some were downright creepy and Chris suddenly felt very, very scared. What if HE ended up in one the jars with amphibians, reptiles, other animals and vile things he didn't even want to know the nature of. That magician guy was evil! A real warlock, worse than that stupid witch who had made him a frog!
Then said warlock came back. He had changed clothes and grabbed Chris, still within his jar. Chris asked what he was going to him and asked, unfortunately producing only pitiful croaks.
"You won't remain that way long, don't you worry," mumbled the warlock.
He opened the jar and tipped its contents out, meaning Chris fell. Right into a little cage, whose lid the warlock shut tight. Chris saw in the room an owl and a crow. Their beaks and claws looked mightily sharp and incredibly lethal. He gulped. Never had those animals seemed so dangerous. Was he going to be fed to them? Because his death would be very, very painful. He did wonder dimly if these birds had been humans, just like him, once upon a time. Indeed, he would not stay a frog for long, if he ended up in the gullet of one of those two feathered monsters. The warlock stared at him intently, then with a wave of his hand, he made the cage disappear. Then he blasted a spell at him while he uttered words of magic and power. Chris stumbled on the carpet, feeling his body altering itself. Chris wasn't going to get eaten. Probably. But what was he changed into?
"Yes. This will suit you - and me- much better," said the warlock in a very satisfactory tone.