As Beth continued to hold Melanie the mouse in one hand she used the other to pull an empty pickle jar from her kitchen cupboard.
"I usually keep these around to store magical ingredients in, but I guess this could make a suitable home for you for a while. It saves you taking up a whole bedroom at least" Beth reasoned.
"Please, don't do this!" Melanie squeaked as Beth dropped her into the jar and she landed on her four feet. Her new "room" still smelt quite strongly of pickles. She could only watch helplessly through the glass as the witch grabbed the lid, stabbed some breathing holes into it with a knife and sealed Melanie into her glass prison.
"Please just turn me back!" Melanie pleaded, her high pitched voice now muffled as well "I'll leave. You can keep the deposit and I won't tell anyone you are a witch!"
"Why would I ever let you go? You are so much more fun than I imagined" Beth laughed cruelly "I wonder how funny that whiny little voice of yours would sound coming out of a frog or a pig? Or maybe a guinea pig, you like those right? Perhaps we can find out later. But for now I have some errands to run. So stay there like a good little mouse and don't try anything silly. Trust me, you don't want to upset me!"
"But Beth, please!" Melanie begged as the witch slammed the door on her. As she sat in her jar on the witches kitchen table next to some sauce bottles that now towered over her like buildings, Melanie really wished she hadn't just gone for the cheapest listing she could find. Though she could hardly have predicted it would go this badly. She wasn't really sure what to do now. Even if she were able to escape she was not sure how far she could get as a mouse, who would be able to help her or the consequences of upsetting Beth if she got caught. On the other hand sitting in her jar and waiting for a crazy witch who hated her and had already transformed her once to return didn't seem like much of a plan either.