One day, Timmy found a tiny mushroom.
He poked it with his finger.
Hello, said the mushroom.
Timmy jumped back.
You can talk! he said.
Yes, said the mushroom, I can speak.
Timmy loved the forest.
He played there every day.
His favorite spot was under an old oak tree.
One day, he found the tiny mushroom.
It was red with white spots.
He had never seen a talking mushroom before.
The mushroom smiled.
Do you want to explore? it asked.
Yes! Timmy said.
Hold my hand, said the mushroom.
Timmy held the mushroom’s tiny hand.
Suddenly, they shrank.
The trees looked huge.
Look at that bug! Timmy said.
It is so big now, he laughed.
They saw a big spider web.
We can swing on it! said the mushroom.
Timmy held on tight.
Whee! Timmy shouted.
They swung high and low.
Look, a butterfly! said Timmy.
It is so close now!
After their fun, Timmy and the mushroom grew back.
Thank you, Timmy said.
Let’s play again, said the mushroom.
Timmy smiled and waved.
He ran home, happy and tired.
He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
The end