Madame Illusia, still on stage, handed Monica, now a frog, to an assistant, instructing him to go put her into the carnival aquarium. The assistant obliged, while poor Monica struggled fruitlessly in the hand of the assistant and croaked pitifully. She was appalled! Not only could she not speak, but she was a stupid little green frog! And her boyfriend Damon was off with a lover, a male lover, that appealed to him because he now was gay! And she had suffered the wrath of a stupid bitchy witch all to finish as a frog, like in an idiotic fairy tale! And she doubted a prince charming would come to kiss her slimy lips passionately...
The assistant dropped her without a word into a vast aquarium, peopled by other creatures like frogs, toads and even a few newts and salamanders. They all stared at her with their big wet eyes. Uncaring, it seemed. Were they all former humans that had displeased that skank of a witch? Monica feared that the answer was yes. Which meant that she was stuck there. As a slimy little green frog... How awful! As she looked around, she saw that none of the amphibians inside the aquarium were trying to escape. On the contrary, they swam, rested on branches or under leaves, wallowed in the mud, or worse. Some gulped dead flies with wet noises and others hopped, very clumsily, after wood lice to eat them with their long fat tongues. Yuck!... Was that her future? She sincerely hoped NOT! And... Were those two big green and brown frogs... mating?... Seriously? What was wrong with them? Did they use their brains at all? Where had they put their dignity? Was she going to become like them in the end?