Shroom Commune

(Ok, so this one is a little stranger than my normal fare-enjoy)

“There, there, my pretty, you’ll be fine now,” said the skreel as he straightened the fungus.

Ignar could not stand to see his pretties harmed by the furry ones who played in the burrow groves.

“Snick snap. I will find you furries. Snick goes my claw, then worm food goes you,” muttered the skreel.

“Sun is high, and furries play, but soon darkness comes, and furries sleep. Snick snap when the moon dances,” said Ignar.

The skreel plucked two redtops and several mossy top mushrooms and placed them in his cloak.

“Home again, home again go I, jiggity jig. Tasty broth waits for Ignar. Slurp it down one, two, three. Then seconds for my bowl and thirds for me,” giggled the creature.

The forest grew silent as the sun slipped below the horizon and the furries hurried home. Nothing was safe when the moon danced across the sky.

“Ignar’s soup will be yummy with furries to make it tasty-sweet,” said the skreel.

Ignar’s home was inside the base of a rotten oak. He liked arriving and smelling the aroma of his mushroom broth.

“Time to eat, Ignar. Then sister moon dances, and Ignar plays hide-and-seek. Snick snap, goes the game,” whispered the skreel.

Tonight, the animals would lie motionless. Silence was golden if you wanted to see the morning light.

Ignar licked his wooden bowl and placed it in his cloak.

“Time to dance, little furries. Ready or not, here I come,” cried the skreel. He slipped into the night to dance with sister moon under the stars and play his little game.

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