The other squirrel points toward a small wooden cottage with a thatch covered roof. "That's where the wizard lives who cast the spell on this tree." the squirrels says in a squeaky voice. "He's got an odd sense of humor. He thought it'd be funny to change lost travelers into squirrels when they climb up here to see if there was a way out of this forest."
You nod as you try to listen closely to what this squirrel is saying. You're still trying to take in all that's happened to you. "How many times has this happened," you ask, trying to ignore your own high pitched squeaky voice that matches your tiny size.
"Oh, there's hundreds of us." the squirrel replies. "This isn't the only tree he's enchanted."
You shake your head. This can't be real, magic doesn't exist. Yet you can't deny that you're now only a few inches tall, covered in soft grey fur, and sporting a long, bushy tail. "So, how do I change back." you ask, a slight note of panic in your voice.
"You have to get into the wizard's cottage and drink one of his potions." the squirrel says. "But you have to hurry. If you don't taken the potion by sunset you'll remain a squirrel forever."
"Is that why you said it's too late for you," you ask. The squirrel nods, sighing sadly.
You give the sad little guy a pat on the shoulder with your tiny paw. "Thanks. I'll see if there's something else there that might still change you back." The squirrel looks up at you, with, you think, a small smile on his face.
You look out through the branches of the tree again, getting your bearings before you climb back down. With a start you realize just how late it is in the afternoon and how far away the cottage is, especially for someone your size. You thank the squirrel again and then quickly make your descent, amazed at how quickly you've adapted to running up and down trees in your squirrel form.
You hop off the tree when you reach the base and start running on all fours toward the cottage, hoping that you can make it to the cottage in time before the sun goes down. You also glance nervously around with growing awareness that in your form you could also make a nice dinner for some wolf or hawk.