Maria meandered through the orchard, her heart light with the joys of the afternoon. The apples glistened in the sunlight, and she couldn't resist picking one, its red surface shining invitingly.

Maria felt a strange sensation, like a tingle running through her veins. She dropped the half-eaten apple, and before she could comprehend, her vision blurred, and her body began to shift.

Maria looked down at her new form, panic rising in her chest. Her snout sniffed the air, and she let out a small, confused grunt. "What has happened to me?" she thought, her mind racing.

The Crow, with its glossy feathers, tilted its head, eyeing Maria curiously. "Ah, another victim of the orchard's curse," it croaked, its voice raspy yet sympathetic.

"To return to your true form, you must find the heart of the orchard and seek the Golden Apple," the crow instructed. Maria, though disoriented, nodded, her determination growing.

Maria trotted forward, her small feet moving with purpose. The crow soared above, a watchful guardian as they ventured deeper into the enchanted orchard, where secrets awaited to be uncovered.