“I don’t understand. The things appeared without warning. It’s not natural,” said Mrs. Cummings.
“Someone is trying to tell us something,” remarked the Hedgewitch.
“Who’s going to clean it up?” asked the village elder.
The inhabitants of Oakvale awoke to find their village overrun by enormous mushrooms.
“There are dozens of types here. Very suspicious indeed,” remarked the Marsh Wizard.
“What if one falls on someone? How will we get it off them?” the baker asked.
“Can you eat them is all I care about,” questioned the butcher.
Throughout the day, the villagers tried to cut, saw, burn, and even pull the mushrooms. Nothing worked, so the folks gave up and went about their daily business the best they could.
The next morning, the villagers awoke to a sense of dread. They knew they might have to move if the enormous fungi could not be dealt with.
It was the butcher who sounded the alarm. Everyone rushed into the street, expecting to find some new horror, only to find nothing. Nothing at all.
“They’re all gone,” cried the butcher.
“Not even a mark where they sprouted,” the wise woman said.
“Could it have been a dream?” asked Mrs. Cummings.
“More like a nightmare if you ask me,” remarked the baker.
Life returned to normal, and by day’s end, all had forgotten about the strange invaders except the Marsh Wizard and her twin.
“As I said before, someone is trying to tell us something,” muttered Franny the Hedgewitch.
“Or something,” added Fern.
The twins agreed that whatever it was, magical or natural, things were about to change.
It was the sort of change that worried the twins.
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