The Magic Mushroom

There was a still, silent river. Natasha could see a wrinkle in the water. It was almost like a mirror. There was a small boat bobbing up and down.  She decided to get into the boat, using an oar she pushed herself away from the bank. Natasha began to glide down the river. The rule she used was to move one oar then move the other, so she swiftly moved along the water. After about ten minutes, Natasha came to a small hideaway, she decided to pull over the boat and go and explore. It was dark and magical and all of a sudden, she stepped on something. Something soft.  As she looked down at what she stood on, she saw a bright light fading, it was from a mushroom she had stepped on! There was no light left. The mushroom was dull and grey. Natasha went back to her boat feeling wistful. What if that mushroom had been magic? What if all her dreams came true from one mushroom? Natasha was sad that she would never know…