Damon was overall rather unhappy. Being a frog was not that great. Sure, he could forget about petty human concerns like rent, money or job-related hassles but the rest was not very enjoyable. Oh, jumping very high and swimming with such ease was fun, especially art first, but it got old quick. And he soon understood why frogs were fast as jumping and leaping and swimming. The predators! Between birds and mammals, they were everywhere! Herons and weasels had become big monsters! Luckily, Damon knew he could stay on rocks in the ponds to somewhat limit risks and had enough intelligence to pick the best hiding places but it was frankly scary! He had seen other more hapless frogs ending up into lunch and did NOT look pleasant. He also had to learn to keep his skin moist all the time. Sunbathing now could not last long. And he hated the food. Larvae, insects, bugs, flies, mosquitoes, wood lice,... Once he got too hungry, which eventually happened, his tongue darted out by reflex to snatch a meal, which always disgusted him deeply afterwards. Yet he had to eat... And swim to get said insect prey... Which meant going on the shores of the pond and near potential dangers like snakes. At night, he even caught himself croaking with the others, also to his disgust. And he could not call out to the genie and make another wish because no speech that was human or intelligible could know come from him. At least he still thought mating with female frogs was absolutely out of the question. So he was left to feed on vile insects with too many legs and forget all the joys of being human. He could only hope against hope that someone, anyone, would come to his rescue.