"You know that old trope about girls having to kiss a bunch of frogs before they find their prince?" Karen.
Chad couldn't speak. Chad couldn't move. He could feel his body changing, as Karen's fingers danced across the device in her hand.
Chad heard a buzzing noise. He remembered that the school stored manure for fertilizing the football field in the field house. Where there was manure, there were flies. His mouth started to water. He no longer was concerned with what Karen was yammering on about. Something about golden balls or golden boys and frogs? He was focused on the source of the buzzing flies. He tuned out everything but the buzz. He slowly turned toward the buzz. His eyes narrowed. He focused on the plump fly meandering through a dusty beam of sunlight. He didn't notice that his head was much closer to the dirt floor of the field house. Gotcha, Chad thought. His mouth opened. His tongue shot out impossibly far, and snatched the buzzing insect out of the air. Chad's mouth crunched shut crushing the juicy fly inside his mouth. Yum, Chad thought.
Karen was positively cackling with glee. Then she became angry.
"Damn, this is no fun, if Chad is all reptile brain. He is just a frog. I want him to suffer. He needs to have a human mind and a frog body for him to suffer. But the brain capacity of a frog skull is too small. Maybe if I-"
Chad the bullfrog began croaking to attract a mate.
Karen glared at him. Then she heard the frogs outside the field house croaking too. A creek ran behind the field house and into the duck pond in the adjacent park.