Deep inside the forest, a grand commotion was taking place: animals were preparing for Grandma Turtle's 200-year-old birthday. Everyone was busy moving tables, chairs, pots, and dishes from one place to another. Every home in Forestville had someone preparing something for the great luncheon. 

    However, Mr. Rabbit fell sick and couldn't go to fetch mushrooms for Mr. Alligator's soup. Something had to be done before he realized that this important ingredient was missing!

          Distracted Hedgehog was the designated mushroom-collector instead.  The problem was that in between car-wheels and flower-sniffing, he grabbed everything and anything that resembled to a mushroom.

    After a long while, Distracted Hedgehog got a bit lost in the darkest area of the woods. He was tired and needed to return on time for the soup to be completed. He grabbed as many portabello, oyster, and flat mushrooms as possible, and began his way back. 

    Mr. Alligator was glad to see his ingredients arrive, and was 

quick to chop them with

 parsley and onions 

for the boiling broth.

     Soon, everyone was enjoying the banquet that was served with no regards to age or 'ethnicity'. The luncheon turned into a laughing contest, where no real reasons were given for one to snort, grin or giggle. 

    It wasn't long until Mr. Cat fell a little funny. His stomach made crouching sounds and he seemed a bit dizzy.

   "What in the world is the matter- am I all swallen- could it be the mushroom soup? Does anybody else feel the same?", he asked, trying not to let anything else out.

    All of a sudden, Mrs. Stork's eyes began dancing weirdly and she insisted that the mushrooms on her plate were staring furiously at her. Mr. Mouse, though, repeated that he was seeing a charming well-lit-mushroom chalet with a bright cheese inside! In no time, everyone was seeing eccentric hallucinations that made them talk with no remorse.
    Before long, the sky turned dark, and a storm made its way above the clownish gathering. One by one, each animal turned their eyes towards the clouds, and... 

    "A monster!", cried the bear. 

    " A giant monster!", yelled the raccoon.  

     "A collosal beast!", screeched the cockroach. "And is here to munch on us!"

    "No one wants to eat you," replied the bear.

   "Either way, run! Run for your lives!", insisted the cockroach.

    The hysteria got the best of everybody, and each pair of eyes saw something terrifying above them: Mrs. Rat saw a pair of monumental hawk eyes, Mrs. Squirrel saw a frightening wolf cloud, and even Mr. Bear saw a tremendous bee cloud!

    Thunder and lightnings made the picture even scarier, and in a matter of seconds, legs, feet, and wings were being flapped and tapped vigorously.