The badger propped the book against a tree trunk, handling it awkwardly with her teeth and claws.
Instinct told her to dig holes and hunt for mushrooms. It told her to go do badger things. But she knew if she got up now she would be lost forever.
She sat and read through the book, although she didn’t know what she was looking for. The cramped writing hurt her eyes, and the words made her brain itch, but she kept going.
The witch had cursed her with this shape. Her spellbook had to have a way to change herself back.

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