Damon did not do what to do. He was stuck as a toad. And it seemed like the sorcerer had told the ruth. He jumped furiously but even when he COULD reach the lid, the cursed thing did not budge. And slamming into it not only tired the poor prince but hurt him. The sole thing worse than being a stupid toad would be being a toad with a broken leg. Damon seriously doubted the sorcerer would be kind or considerate enough to fix a broken bone. Besides, he was not as agile as a frog. A toad was fatter and much less athletic or fast. The glass appeared just as solid. With a sigh, Damon went to explore his new home. A far cry from his palace indeed. He had been a prince. Royalty! But now he was just a stupid ugly toad. He had thick brown warty skin and a pale orange belly. An enormous belly, in fact. Damon hopped pitifully and sadly across the terrarium. At least it was hot and humid. Humidity felt nice. Much nicer than when he was a human. Splashing in the mud wasn't as vile as he would have thought. The water was too murky and shallow for him to stare at his reflection but it was probably for the best. He did not need to see how horrid and ugly he looked like at present. The plants and twigs felt good under his clumsy paws and the plants offered wonderful shade and smells. It smelled like nature. A quiet peaceful nature. Much more relaxing than the busy daily life in his old castle. Damon did look at the other animals. They appeared to be rather normal. One ape was grooming himself and eating his own lice. If it had been human, then his mind was gone. Or maybe he was unbelievably bored. Lizards, birds, a few frogs, a newt, pigs, and even a koala, among other beasts were chained, leashed or caged. Damon saw none seemed particularly interested in him, so he merely sat around, croaking regularly. At least the mud was nice, all warm and gritty and squishy. Eyeing a tiny plate full of wriggling worms and dead bugs, he thought about how hungry he was and a large pink tongue lashed out to snatch a few tasty prey. As he gulped a few flied, Damon enjoyed their softness and crunchiness. As he pondered how better it felt than the fine meals of his castle Damon suddenly realized he had acted like an actual toad. A toad! Him! Disgusted, he berated himself. But just then, the sorcerer arrive. Damon stared at him warily. Had the evil man found his crew?