Master Builder & shroom eater

Misery listened to Mac’s responses even as he tried to find the source of his concern. He felt a mixture of curiosity and caution. Something was up and but it wasn’t something he knew how to react to since there was no sign of the problem.
“You made an assumption and sated it as fact,” Misery stated as a neutral comment, “You were quick to decide why the crystals weren’t broken up.  How can you be sure that’s the reason?”  Mac would need to learn the dangers of assumptions at some point. “However you did prove to be paying attention.  Good observations.”

Speaking of the kid paying attention Misery turned his head where Mac was looking and spotted the beaver.  A ghost beaver?  Misery wasn’t sure how to feel about it but he did turn so he was directly facing it.  “It’s a beaver, though this one appears to be a ghost.”  Who knew ghosts really existed?  Well, there was no denying what they both saw.  “So,”  Misery stepped forward, “Hey, beaver, do you speak?”

It was after all a ghost so maybe it was smarter or more willing to communicate than any beaver he’d seen in the past.  Admittedly he had never tried talking to a live one.  Misery couldn’t smell it which made sense if it was a ghost but it still seemed strange to see something but not smell it.  This explained why he felt strange for sure.

The ghost beaver spoke up, “Did you do it? Did you do this to my water?  These mushrooms aren’t right.  These are the plague ones! Did you put them here? I want the white ones, the round white ones you fool!  Bring them back and get rid of these things!”

“I guess it can talk,” Misery muttered sosftly. Plague mushrooms? “What do you mean plague mushrooms?”

“My mom told me all about it.  She heard about them from her mom, who heard about it from, well someone else.” The ghost beaver really had no idea how far back the story had started but it certainly had to be true. “Those things bring on the dark days.” The beaver had assumed in past the ‘dark’ was referred too as bad but perhaps it truly meant dark sky.

“Hmm, and the crystals?” How much did this beaver know versus assume anyway?  If it had an idea of what caused it then perhaps he knew about fixing things also?

“Bah! I don’t care about rocks, it’s the mushrooms boy the mushrooms!” If there had been rocks in the story he didn’t remember them. “Now quickly, you have to get saltwater and pour it over all of them so that they wither.  Then you can get rid of them with the curse gone.”  Had he remembered that right?  It had all been a story he had assumed and slept for parts of the story but that sounded about right.

"Misery"