Quietly, you creep through the secret corridors of the castle, hoping that nobody will see you in this transformed state. As you gradually shrink, your dress sags loosly around you, and you take care not to trip on it. Part of it is pulled up around your face like a hood.
Finally, you make it to the garden. You cautiously sniff the breeze, making sure that there are no predators around. You continue to steal through the courtyard, occasionally pausing to check on yourself and make sure that you haven't transformed any more. As you pass some seeds, you give in.
In a flash of movement, you are nibbling away at them, your elongated front teeth gnawing at the tender morsels. Your whiskers twitch excitedly, before you catch yourself. What are you doing? You're a human, not a mouse. Fighting your ever-more powerful instincts, you leave the seeds behind, setting off to the part of the garden with the plant.
As you close with the area, you notice that the entire field is covered with the plants. Is the witch still here?
"Hello?" you shout, your voice high-pitched and squeaky.
"Is anybo-SQUEAK-here?"
"Hmmmm..." you mutter to yourself. "May-SQUEAK-be if I touch the -SQUEEK-plant again I'll turn back."
But do you really want to take that risk?