Sam felt weird - definitely not himself. For a start his face was right next to the ground and he was used to being at a much higher altitude.

He studied his fingers. They were a dull grey-green colour – and they were toes, not fingers.

He was a toad.

"Sam, you okay?"

"ribbit"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"RIBBIT!"

"Being a frog hasn't improved your personality. Hold on, got the anti-frog spell here."

"Toad."

"Fine way to thank me..."

"I was a toad – not a frog!"

"Yeah, cos that's the important part. Wanna change back?"

"*%$^#!"

"Is that frog-speak?"