There is no warning as Sarah is suddenly knocked to the ground.  As she falls to her belly, there is a disquieting interlude of a couple seconds.  She barely gets a chance to compose herself before a shadow is cast on the ground around her, shaped ominously like the head of a frog.<br/><br/>Sarah is pinned to the ground.  Her entire body shakes from the furious assault of her attacker.  His body is pressed right up against her.  The cold, wet, slimy skin oozes onto her clothing a strange secretion.  The offensive stench of swampwater hangs heavy in the air.  His mouth rests just above her head, the soft flesh at the underside of his mouth cushioning the back of her head.  Sarah's body shakes as if he's trying to throttle her to pieces.<br/><br/>"Ooh, how fascinating!  There is so much competition for a mate that this big guy here thinks she's a viable option.  Maybe he's just trying to release some pent up energy."<br/><br/>It is with these words that the awkward realization comes--this frog is attempting to mate with her.  It may be out of confusion or desperation, but he is clinging onto her back and pistoning behind her.  Occasionally a poking may be felt, but thankfully for Sarah her clothes offer her a defense.<br/><br/>"Keep narrating!  We need this footage!", admonishes the voice on the other end of the camera's speaker.