Incensed at your sudden squirrel-i-nes, you spring forward into the air and land on the old woman's shoulder. The old woman is too busy fending off the attacking dog with a broomstick to notice you . . . too busy that is until you sink your sharp little teeth into her fleshy ear. She shrieks in pain and tries to swat you away but you will not be shaken. You hold on for dear life, forcing her to drop her broomstick in order to pry you off with both hands.
The dog immediately acts upon this, grabbing the broomstick with his teeth and snapping it in half with a powerful bite. The old woman shrinks and squeaks, blinking back at you as a tiny mouse. The dog swallows the mouse whole. With her dead the curse is lifted and you shoot back to your original size and form.
"Good boy?" you say anxiously. The dog snorts and wags his tail.
It is time to continue on your way.
or
You decide to examine the cabin's interior.
The dog immediately acts upon this, grabbing the broomstick with his teeth and snapping it in half with a powerful bite. The old woman shrinks and squeaks, blinking back at you as a tiny mouse. The dog swallows the mouse whole. With her dead the curse is lifted and you shoot back to your original size and form.
"Good boy?" you say anxiously. The dog snorts and wags his tail.
It is time to continue on your way.
or
You decide to examine the cabin's interior.
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