Debbie scrunched her brow and closed her eyes—garnering concentration. After a few seconds she opened them again, waved her wand, and pointed it at a mushroom cap growing in the dirt by my feet.
Red sparks flew from the tip of her wand and encircled the mushroom like a tiny, shiny tornado. I barely had time to jump back before the spore inflated to the size of a carriage and sprouted four smaller spores at its base to serve as lopsided wheels.
Leftover sparks dissipated off the fully-grown mushroom carriage as I came closer. Debbie strutted proudly around its right side and patted her creation like a game show prize presenter. I studied the vehicle’s magnitude. Debbie’s eyes full of hope and eagerness to please, she tilted her head in my direction.
“So?” she asked.
“It’s a carriage all
