One Word Slip

It has been thirty-seven years since that ill fated night. With the constant acquisition of new books Davonnar's plan was to enlarge his tower through a simple magic spell. Being it late and Davonnar tired he wearily mispronounced "Transformus Housus" as "Tranformus Mousus". His fate was sealed as he, wide eyed and gaped mouthed, transformed into a simple field mouse.

He spent years building a pathway to his grand spell-book. As he tried to read from his grimoire, he unfortunately only managed to squeak frantically at the indifference of the night.