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A witch turned me into a frog yesterday. I’m not sure what I did to deserve this, but it must have been something big. I woke this morning literally stuck to a lily pad. A clear ooze seeps from my pores now. I tried to think how I was going to get out of this pond. I stuck out my long tongue and used it to row myself to shore. I broke off the lily and was finally free. I looked up and saw my human mother, tapping her foot angrily, holding the trash I’d forgotten to take out.
A witch turned me into a frog yesterday.
“You’ll get used to it,” she said. “I was once a bear.” She put me in a glass container and walked to her cauldron. I stretched out on the moss beneath me.
“Changing is a lonely experience.” She stirred. The muck burped foul gases, a butterfly wing sinking beneath the surface.
My cage was warm. I didn’t realize frogs could be sleepy, but here I was, my eyes shutting as the witch walked over to me.
She set a bowl down and ran one boney finger over my skin.
“We’ll be friends now.”