Frog's Oracle: Fantasy

The heaps of frogs stared up at her with blinking beady eyes. They looked like jewels piled in a mound of dazzling colors. She knew better. Not a single frog of the bunch wasn't poison to the touch. Some would dare each other to just touch a frog, to have the visions, but nobody would be foolish enough to immerse themselves in a pile of frogs this large. There was a rumbling from behind her, and the heap of frogs was pushed forward by a fresh influx. She shrank back against the wall and her fingers ran over the sacred engravings, hoping to find a hidden exit. She found nothing. Finally, giving up her attempt to pretend that she wasn't terrified, she spun around and examined the wall frantically, running her hands over every seam, pressing against every protrusion.

Inspiration: I've been thinking a lot about frogs lately. Don't ask me why; I haven't a clue!
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Notes: Then she sees the representation of the oracle, walks deliberately into the frogs, and comes out a permanently drug-addled Oracle. Nifty, eh?