Can Frogs go to Jail?

"Ribbit!"

James leaped back out of the pond, his body dripping with mucky water with various bits of pond detritus still stuck to his skin and surveyed the scene around him with dismay. Anna and Tina had both left - they were the only ones with the power to stop him acting as if he were a frog. Without them James had absolutely no way of explaining his public nudity or bizarre behaviour. His presence at the park had certainly disrupted everyone's afternoon break. Some people were openly leering at his naked body, others giggling nervously, others looking concerned for him. They all moved aside as a couple of police directly approached James. One was an attractive, dark haired female of around thirty, her partner a put upon looking, balding middle aged man. It was him who spoke to James first.

"Excuse me sir, what do you think you are doing?"

"Ribbit!" James felt himself shivering from the after effects of his ill advised dip in the pond.

"Maybe you should kiss him and see if he turns back, Charlotte?" the male cop joked to his colleague. Officer Charlotte frowned and spoke more sympathetically to James.

"What is your name sir? Do you have anyone here with you?"

"Ribbit!"

James felt utterly humiliated in front of the pretty PC, acting like a frog and feeling like a crazy person. It was bad timing for a fly to buzz past which James felt compelled to hop after.

"Excuse me sir, come back here!" Charlotte ordered as she jogged after him.

"Nothing to see here folks, we'll deal with him" the male officer told the increasingly large crowd of bemused onlookers.