Disclaimer: I don't own them and sadly never will
Summary: When a spell backfires, Dawn is trapped into the body of a squirrel
Willow threw her head back as she chanted the end of the transmogrifying spell. "Let earth take tree, Dawnie stop that," she interrupted the spell by instructing Dawn not to try to break the decibel record with her high pitched whine. "So mote it be," she finished. Dawn shrank into a tiny brown lawn squirrel.
Willow looked at her and screamed, not realizing it was Dawn. "Buffy!" she cried. "Problem, big problem!"
Buffy came running into the room. "Demon?" Buffy questioned.
"No," Willow said. "Worse. It's a squirrel." She shuddered. "I hate squirrels so much. One day, at college, I was walking to class and this gang of squirrels chucked acorns at me and then they laughed. It was awful, worse than the whole almost being killed a million times thing. I mean, they laughed at me with their high pitched voices, and I swear one of them had blue eyes. I'll get that freaky blue eyed squirrel someday."
Buffy picked up a crossbow and aimed it at the squirrel. "Where's Dawnie at?" she asked, taking care to aim properly. The last thing she wanted was to dismember the thing.
The squirrel made indignant squeaking sounds, and Buffy paused. She knew that high pitched sound. "Dawn?" she said, unbelievingly.
The squirrel nodded.
TBC… please review