Chapter One

Once upon a forest at dawn, under a broad oak tree,

A small creature woke up to find he’d lost his memory.

With an acorn cap placed mysteriously upon his head,

He had no idea who he was, ‘Who am I?’ he said.

He turned to some mushroom folk who had been resting nearby,

He touched his cap, cleared his throat, and asked: “Am I a fungi?”

“Absolutely not,” said one, not fooled by make-believing,

“Surely,” said the second for that cap was quite deceiving,

“Perhaps, but you don’t have a stem” said mushroom number three,

So he crafted him one from the bark of a fallen tree.

The mushrooms gazed awhile at this marvellous mushroom costume,

But not one of them was fooled, this creature was no mushroom!

And so the crafty third mushroom picked up his tools once more,

And began to gather sticks and things from the forest floor.

“You’ll have to make a journey,” he said, “to find your true kin.

But there’s one more thing I’ll make for you before you begin…”