While taking a walk through the great outdoors, Frankie realizes that his favorite bridge to cross got destroyed due to the wood rotting from the previous winter's weather. Because of this, he realizes that he now has to cross through a rather disgusting swamp. On his way through, he accidentally slips into a partiuclarly muddy puddle which leaves his clothes all dirty and soaked. Taking his clothes off to hang them and dry, the swamp's gases start to take an effect throughout Frankie's body.

His skin starts to become slimy, his fingers extend, and his eyes start to grow in size. And to top it all off, he also starts to shrink down in size; leaving his clothes basically worthless for him to wear. As the shrinking continued, his usual redhead hair started to fall off his body with ease and his slimier skin started to take a greenish color, with his stomach taking for a yellowish hue.

And if he weren't freaking out enough, his through felt sickly and he started coughing madly until straight out of nowhere, a bubble pushed through his throat as he made a tiny croaking sound. Frankie desperately screamed for help, but all that were coming out his vocal sac were amphibian croaks. He stared at his continually shrinking body and how alien he had become in such short time. His hair was nearly depleted, his hands and feet were becoming webbier with suction cups at the tips of his fingers and toes, and his eyes were entirely giant and red with only the pupil remaining. He knew his life as a human was over and had to (possibly) spend the rest of his life as a disgusting frog... that it until a bug came passing by.

It was probably his new froggy instincts kicking in, but at the same time, he felt a bit daring here. Frankie never had the best accuracy as a human, but as he slowly continued to change more and more, his confidence felt higher than usual. The bug was constantly buzzing and flying in front of his face as if he felt like it was taunting him... he immediately took that as a challenge. It didn't matter to him that his hair was all gone and his shrinking body was now starting to thicken a bit, he wanted to prove that if he was gonna be a frog, he was gonna be a darn slick frog.

He licked his lips and started to chase after the flying bug. His giant eyes now giving him so much range to see where the bug was gonna zoom by next. But as the bug zoomed faster, he suddenly fell down. Hope was a bit lost at first, but then he immediately thought of something... he shifted towards all fours and his giant webbed feet were preparing for a launch of some kind. And just like that, he was LEAPING so fast he felt he could do this for at least 100 miles/hour. His endorphins were rushing harder than they ever had and the speed felt more agile as he continued to shrink in size. He was going so fast that he surpassed the bug in distance.

Managing to stop by a nearby lily pad in a nearby lake, Frankie prepared his stance, licked his lips, and with the flying bug buzzing closer and closer... all of a sudden... SNAP! A giant red tongue flung out of his froggy mouth as it snatched onto the bug and immediately flung it right back into his mouth. A rewarding treat after such an odd, yet fulfilling transformation.

Relaxing himself on the lily pad, Frankie noticed how much more comforting this nearby lake was compared to the swamp beforehand. Perhaps, maybe life as a frog won't be that bad... and as he sensed another buzzing insect (possibly a dragonfly) nearby, he got in his stance again, licked his lips, and flung into the water swimming to get to where the bug was headed.

I think he turned out fine in the end.