Before you can wiggle your tail, there is a loud clang. The witch's face twists into a mask of surprise and pain, and she collapses in front of your open cage. You leap to cage door and see your owner towering over the prostrate witch with an iron skillet in her hands.
She shouts down at the immobile crumpled form that is the witch, "What were you trying to do to my squirrel, you old witch?"
Your owner kicks the unconscious witch, and mutters, "Were you planning to go back on our deal? Or maybe you - well, no matter, I've done some research at the library, and I know how to deal with witches." She grins with self-satisfaction, and closes you back into your cage. She grabs hold of the witch's feet and drags her out of the room, and from the sounds of the witch's head bouncing on the wood, she's taking the witch down to the basement.
You're confused, and immediately put your mind to work on how to get out of your cage.