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Mushroom Book.

It was a small hotel, comfortable enough, the bed was extra large and I slept well until sometime in the early hours of the morning. What woke me? I do not know my eyes were open and my body was soaked in perspiration. My heart was racing and I switched on the room lights. Nothing was out of place so why was I bathed in perspiration and my heart thumping in my chest? I must have had a bad dream was my first thought but I could not recall any dream or dreams that I may have had during the period that I slept.

Getting out of bed I went to the bathroom and had a warm shower. Putting on fresh clothing I decided to finish reading the very old book that I had brought with me. The book is about mushrooms and other fungi that grow in the fields and woods of Great Britain. I had been meaning to read the book for some time but had not gotten round to doing so. I knew most of the mushrooms and toadstools and was concentrating on the poisonous varieties.

I could not finish the book so I packed my overnight bag and went down to the breakfast room. Taking a seat at a small table I waited until the waitress came to take my order.  Eggs, bacon, sausages, and mushrooms with a pot of coffee and some bread and butter. I ate a very large breakfast, as I would be travelling home by train and the journey was a couple of hundred miles. There was no restaurant car on the train and I asked the waitress to bring me four sandwiches for my journey.

I boarded the train and had a compartment to myself. I read the daily newspaper and after a while I took out my very old book on mushrooms meaning to finish it. I suddenly had this terrible feeling that I had during the night. My heart was racing and the sweat ran down my face. I was frightened but why? It was just an ordinary train there was no one in the compartment. I pulled myself together and turned my eyes to my book the feeling was with me again but I somehow shook it off and managed to read the fine print and the pictures were of excellent quality I had plenty to look at and learn.

I slowly came to the end of the book and was really annoyed the last two pages were stuck together. I had no means of prying them apart so decided to wait until I reached home. The feeling was still with me as left the station and made my way towards my home. Opening the front door with my key I placed my overnight bag on the hall table and went in to the kitchen it was time for something to eat and a hot cup of sweet tea. I quickly prepared a meal and a pot of tea and soon my hunger and thirst were gone. I decided to get the mushroom book from my overnight bag to open the two sealed pages at the end of the book.

Switching on the lights in the hall I took the book from my bag and made my way back to the kitchen. I looked very closely at the two pages that were stuck together and then decided to use a pair of sharp scissors to part the two pages by cutting the outer edges. The feeling was now something like unbearable. what is it? I asked that is causing me so much fear. I was at the specialists last week and he gave me a good checking over. My heart and lungs are in good order so why the attack of breathlessness. What was I afraid of surely not the book on mushrooms it looked so innocent laying on my table.

I carefully cut the outer edges of the two stuck together pages. As I finished there was a large flash a peel of what sounded like thunder and right in the middle of my kitchen was a Wizard. Dressed all in black with a large pointed hat on his head. I must say that now my heart was really pounding and I was breathlessly watching the Wizard. The Wizard spoke saying in a loud voice, you have one wish open for freeing me from that book.

Although I was scared I thought very quickly and made my wish out loud- “Get back into that book and seal it as it was before I opened it.” “Get you gone.” The Wizard was furious as I with my wish banned him back into the book again. Cursing me the Wizard shrunk before my eyes and disappeared between the last two pages of the book on mushrooms. I took the book with me the next day and gave it to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna asking her to make sure that the Wizard would no more bother the peoples of this earth.

Her Majesty took out her magic mirror and placed the book on it then the pictures appeared. The Queens own Grandmother had placed the Wizard between the pages of the book on mushrooms because he had found the way to get into the secret caves under the Himalayan Mountains where all Fairies go during the winter months. The wizard had been in the book for two thousand years now the book is buried under some hundreds of tons of rock this Wizard would never see the light of day again.