At first you're stunned by the talking toad, claiming to formerly be a talking witch. You're not sure what to say, or whether you shouldn't say anything and simply run for it. With panic quickly hamming your heart as though it were a particularly tricky door and your shoulder tensed and ready to flail wildly at a moments notice you look at the witch and say the first thing to come to your mind.
"Why would you want to?" you blurt out.
"Because I'm a witch, of course." she says "Don't they teach you kids anything about witches anymore?"
"Well who knows. Some people say they're gals in pointy hats, other people think they wear black eyeliner and hang out at non-Starbucks coffee houses, but you're a toad." you say. When she doesn't reply immediately you take a deep breath, attempting to look exasperated, but in reality it's to slow your panicked heartbeat so it doesn't kill you before the witch has a chance to. "You're a frog..."
"Toad." she corrects
"Toad." you say with an eyeroll "I'm the first person to talk to you in...what...ever?" you ask.
"Well, no. Some people talk to me but they either run screaming before I can curse them or they run screaming, but just not fast enough to avoid...,this!" she says and fires a bolt of energy from her eyes, which you casually sidestep.
"Oh please, you thought I'd fall for something that cliche?" you ask her.
"You're asking a witch, that's been turned into a toad about cliches?" she asks.
"Point taken, but how much help have your other victims been in getting you back on two legs?" you ask.
"I..." she says and pauses "...well...none...but I'm really mad and cursing people is kind of therapeutic for me." she says
"Yeah, but not as therapeutic as getting revenge on the fairy that cursed you." you say.
"You can help me with that?" she asks suspiciously.
"I don't know, but I can do a heck of a lot more as a human then I can as...whatever I was about to be."
"Mushroom. But you make a good point. With you as my legs and fingers, and my guidance I could be back on my feet before you could say 'Beta-Max'."
"Beta what?" you ask.
"Nevermind, I've been here for a long time." the toad says. With that she leaps with astounding speed and power and lands on your shoulder. "To your place then. We'll figure out the next time tomorrow morning." she says. You've no idea what you're getting yourself into here, but you're not a permanent part of the landscape so you count your blessings. You stand up and begin making your way back home, getting directions from the toad-witch on paths to take and paths to avoid.