I know Oliver claims to have been the first to see the ghost man, but in fact it was Tommy.
Tommy was heading home for breakfast with two brook trout he’d caught in the stream that meanders through the town when he caught sight of the ghost man emerging from the forest.
He’d wolfed down two helpings of french toast before he thought to mention the ghost man to his parents.
Word spread in no time. By elevenses there was quite a crowd in the park where the ghost man had installed himself on the bench beneath the big old oak.
No, that wasn’t the ghost man. This fellow was far too solid to be a ghost man. But if not the ghost man, then who?
“The mushroom man!” said the mayor.
Of course! Of course!
The first thing they all noticed about the mushroom man was obviously that he was extraordinarily pale.
Of course he’d be pale, they told each other, with the forest so dense and tangled that no sunlight could penetrate. (But really, how would they know? Which of them had ever dared venture into the dark, dank, silent forest?)
The second thing was that he looked at them with eyes that saw more than they were comfortable with.
The third thing? That Continue reading