Tom had the right idea

You trot across to your mistress, and look up into her face and realise that she would be very pretty apart from the wart on the side of her nose.

"Go get me a mouse," she instructs you.

You head out of the door, and into the overgrown garden of the cottage.

Just then you hear a small voice squeak to you, "Can I help you with something?"

Feet from you is a small white mouse. On instinct you pounce on it, and it is trapped beneath your front paws. As you are about to kill it it squeaks again.

"Don't hurt me, I may be able to help you get back your old form!"

Your cat hunting instincts are too strong, and you bite the mouse's head off; even as you do so, you think you may have made a mistake.

There is a huge flash of light, and a roll of thunder (no cheap amateur theatrical production this!) and you get the feeling that you are no longer a cat.

The witch rushes out of her cottage and spies what you have become. She laughs a hideous cackling laugh, and says "So you got that wizard, did you? Well done. Now hop off, there's a good frog..."

Oh great!

Written by Karen Ford (with minor edits by Phaedrus)

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