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At the very edge of a deep dark forest, where the Oaks stand guard and the enchanted Elm and Beech tree limbs hang low, the Wicked Witch who hopes to eat small children had placed tempting, delightful confections, her Witchy Orange Delights. A wonderful and witchy aromatic fragrance hung in the air.
Nearby a young and tender plant held ripening witchy Pokeberries that tempt small children. If small children left the berries until harvest time, the Wicked Witch would use them to make her own special Wicked Red Ink.
Small masked forest creatures sneaked out from the deep, dark forest depths hoping to glimpse the shining sun from the small grassy meadow. They did not linger here for fear of the eyes and spies of the Wicked Witch who hopes to eat small children because they, themselves, are Small Masked Children.
Like small bandits, they gathered some of the Witchy Orange Delights and took them back into the deep darkness of their forest home to show their mother that they had brought some freshly gathered food.
When she looked upon the Witchy Orange Delights, she cried out. The Small Masked Children gasped. The Witchy Orange Delights fell upon the leafy forest floor and shined with a light all their own, an eerie green glow.
The Masked Mother told her children that these are Witchy Orange Delights and full of evil, enchanted poison, a trap set by the Wicked Witch who hopes to eat small children. She asked if they remembered not to eat anything before showing it to her. Like very good small children, they could truthfully tell her that they had remembered. The Small Masked Children had followed her good instructions. They had not eaten even one bite of the fragrant, poisonous Witchy Orange Delights.
The Small Masked Children were very good children, indeed.
Omphalotus olearius is a real mushroom that grows at the base of Oak trees. The mushroom gills underneath glow in the dark. Yes, it’s true. And they are poisonous too, although I’m not at all sure where they get their poison. ;)
The Pokeberry ink is real too. I’m sure you’ve seen it from time to time on top of a car. Witches ink, a terrible curse upon those who fly and those who are under those who fly.
Baby raccoon twins arrived to take a good look at these orange mushrooms just as I was almost set to photograph. What good luck I have on this day! They felt and smelled and looked at the mushrooms but did not taste. They walked away with empty paws. Faint leafy crumby paw prints were left behind on some mushroom tops.
Photo taken at the edge of a clearing in the deep, dark forest in the mountains of North Carolina, USA in Macon County near the small town of Franklin.
© Jean Gregory Evans
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