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?"
