The Magic Mushroom.
“Annette, don’t look so wistful, it’s un-ladylike!” Annette wrinkled her nose at her sister, “I don’t care Leticia, it is not your job to tell me that, it is mammas role!” she said. her sister huffed and pointed her nose in the air, “So what if it is not my role…what is that?” Annette looked up, the girls were standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods they had been walking in, and in front of them was a large mushroom. It was red with white polka dots, just as if it had come from a fantasy movie.