"There does not appear to be any fungus among-us!" Charlie joked sadly. He and Eliza sat beneath a tree in the forest west of West Town, where they'd spent the morning hunting for truffles to donate to the Harvest Festival stew.
"And I think we're getting close to the Witch's house," Eliza murmured, itching an insect bite. "What if she curses us?"
"That only happens in fairy tales. Hey, wait, is that a truffle?" The dark-eyed boy pointed to the pale stalk of a white toadstool hidden beneath a bush.
Eliza leapt up excitedly. "Yes!"
The Witch loved her job.