I was having a picnic with some friends at my Grandma's house. They had thrown a blanket down under a tree and were beginning to unpack the food when a frog started hopping towards us. They noticed right away that this frog had lots of sharp teeth and appeared to be charging at us. It jumped in the air and opened it's mouth and tried to bite on to my arm. I moved quickly enough that it missed me, but it turned around right away and tried again. I managed to keep swatting it away from me every time it jumped - knocking it down onto the ground each time. I think this just made it more angry, though... the attacks continued...
Because it was getting more and more mad, I decided to run into the garage to grab a baseball bat. I went back out to where the frog was, and gave it a whack with the bat. This just made the frog mad, and it began jumping wildly into the air. It jumped high enough to hit the power lines a few times, and then it started to attack again. It jumped at me again, but this time the baseball bat did the trick... I cracked the frog in mid-air and sent it flying out into the yard.
Some little kid came into the yard and ran up to the lifeless frog and was getting ready to pick it up. I warned him to be careful, but he told me that it was dead. As I watched the kid get ready to pick it up, I saw the frog blink... but before it could attack me or the kid, I started smashing it over and over with the baseball bat. It had some sort of protective shell on it, so I wasn't doing much damage - but it was still enough to keep it from attacking for now.
We ran back to the house after I had apparently killed it, but before we made it to the door - the frog was there again, although this time it had morphed into a small black werewolf type creature. Just like when it was a frog, it still had those razor teeth and was trying to attack us. Before I even had a chance to realize it was there - the wolf jumped at me and bit onto my arm. I was lucky enough to be able to grab it's lower jaw before it could clamp down on my arm though. I yelled to my cousin Casey to come over and help me pull this thing off of me, and since it didn't have a firm grip on my arm - he was able to pry the top of the thing's mouth off of my arm before it could do any real damage. A few more whacks with the baseball bat and the creature was finally killed.
