Somehow through the fray, Whittaker had managed to recover a stolen mushroom. At least they had that small victory. But it didn't seem like the torrent of woodland beasts was over yet, as they continued to circle and prey upon his poor, half-empty satchel.
If he made it out of this alive, he though melodramatically, he would never eat another mushroom so long as he lived. The spirits of luck and chance had clearly abandoned him in his hour of need.
Had he been too cocky from the start?
mushrooms: 12/20
word count: 1,718
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