Ok, I am still recovering from my most recent encounter with Fungus O'mallon. He crops up in the weirdest places. Well, anyway, today I was in the outskirts of La Cortinada, Andorra. I was doing a process to reawaken the corn spirits. They had fallen asleep you see. Well, the trick is to use a French onion and hop around a stump. I had done that and was waiting for something to happen. Sure enough, something did, but not what I was expecting.
A shower of shells fell on me and a sign stuck up at an erratic interval. It said "The goat is only as good as its cheese". Something on the sign struck me as odd so I took a closer look. The sign was held up by a small, and I mean very small, gnome. The gnome said "a pie for two", and thumped away. I caught a whiff of old socks as it ran away. Then, I heard something behind me. It was the sounds of footsteps. I whirled around, and tripped over the stump. My head spinning from the fall I looked up. There was a person in a duck suit staring at me. I recognized him at once. I exclaimed "Fungus O'mallon!". He did not acknowledge me, but jumped a foot into the sky and yelled "I need to borrow a cannon! Now!" I quickly withdrew my purse from a sack in a crate and handed him one of my spare cannons.
He exclaimed "To the litter box!" and shot out of the cannon. He was a small spec against the deep blue of the sky and I suddenly had the impression he had just been shot out of a cannon. I hurried away from the clearing and realized that the stump had disappeared and there was a muffin in its place. That was when I realized that Fungus O'mallan was a vegetarian.
