by Alisha P.
All my adventures down the rabbit hole...
|As I walked through a rocky path, I came across a tall brown mushroom. On top of the mushroom, there was a caterpillar who said he knew everything. He told me that if I seek change, I should eat the mushroom. I wondered how the caterpillar knew I wished for change. I didn't trust the caterpillar or the mushroom, so I examined the mushroom to make sure it wasn't poisonous for eating. After it was proven edible, I tore the mushroom into bits using a stick that was nearby. I used a leaf to put the bits on and grabbed a few more sticks to make a fire. After I made the fire, I made a mushroom stew out of the mushrooms, bush herbs, and water. It wasn't the best stew in the world, but it was ok.
After I finished eating, I went to sleep. What I didn't know was that I was going to be woken up by a strange hiss. I grabbed a stick, lit it up in the flames, and said, "Who's there?!"
"Dear, Dear, you don't have to be afraid." A deep voice said.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked, frightened.
"I won't tell you who I am, but what I want? I only want to talk." It replied.
"Ok... What is it you want to say?" I asked.
"You do know that whoever eats a mushroom gets three wishes?" The voice asked.
"No, why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Do you know that I grant these wishes?" It asked.
"No, I don't know anything about this mushroom," I replied.
"Well...What do you wish for then?" The voice sounded disappointed.
"I guess, I wish for chocolate cake, to be taller, and to have an easier life," I said without thinking.
"Your wishes are granted!" The voice said, slowly disappearing.
When I woke up, I realized all of that was just a dream, and I never woke up. However, in front of me, there was a chocolate cake decorated with roses made from chocolate, and everything around me seemed smaller as well. The morning seemed more peaceful and brighter than usual. I guess it wasn't a dream after all... However, as I ate my leftover mushroom stew something seemed wrong. The chocolate cake wasn't made from chocolate but from the mud. I was only taller for an hour and then shrunk again. The beautiful sunny morning became dark. I wondered if my dream was only a nightmare. I remembered what the caterpillar said, "You should appreciate the way things are. It may be difficult at the start, but you'll eventually get over it." I guess nothing can ever change the way I am...
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