[michime]

The leaves rustled as the laughter grew even louder almost as if every tree in the forest watched this scared, hapless creature struggle against their devilish wishes.  The tree Dylan sat against pulsed more and more thick sap trapping the plaything's back against the textured trunk while the roots around his feet thickened to the size of a cola can.  Between the sap and the roots, the forest knew there was no chance of escape.  The mushrooms grew taller and thicker until the brightly, multi colored tops were the same height as Dylan's head. 

The rustling grew more intense until the mushroom caps opened up and millions of spores filled the air with a whirlwind of color.