@VisualInspiration@mas.to
In a hut in the forest, there lived a witch.
In this forest?
Yes, about a mile away. The hut was very old, dreary and drab, and the roof leaked.
Did the witch eat children? I don't want to be eaten!
No, Jimmy, she was not that kind of witch. As witches go, she was a rather nice one. Her sister in Campligonia got sick and she went away to take care of her. She never came back.
But she had a broomstick didn't she? She could come back anytime and eat us!
As I said, she's not that kind of witch. Anyway, the story is not really about the witch.
It's not?
No it's about the creature.
The creature? Why didn't you say so?
You keep interrupting. Anyway, an old forester came upon the hut and found that a bear had broken in. Squirrels were making nests on the ingredient shelves. The forester was worried that the ingredients were dangerous--eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog, that sort of thing--and the squirrels were getting them all mixed together, so he buried them all in a hole and covered them up.
What about the creature?
I'm getting to that. Most people don't know it, but underground, there is a lot of fungus, a network of tendrils, all connected together for miles and miles.
Is that the creature?
Not quite. The fungus extended itself into the hole with all the magical ingredients.
Uh oh!
And then the weather turned cold and it rained and thundered. Lightening struck the hut and it burned to the ground. Some potions that were under the floorboards became mixed with the rainwater and flowed into the hole. All this magical stuff mixed together with the fungus. And then, in the morning, a crow that the witch had taught to say some spells perched on a tree and said exactly the wrong spell.
And the creature came out of the hole?
No. The creature is everywhere. Tendrils of fungus push up out of the ground and assimilate you. That is how I, Scoutmaster Scott, became part of the creature. Look at your feet. Do you see the tendrils? They wiggle a bit.
Ahhhhh!