Blackfeather Woods step or stone, breath or bone

Standing beside the youth, Aesop peered into the forest as well.  Despite the promise of mercy, he would not step foot in it.  So when he saw a splash of mottled red, he jerked his nose at it.  "That one," said he, "beneath that tree.  The red and white one?  Toadstool.  Pretty mild, won't kill you all the time, but it can make things go weird for a bit.  Not always a fun trip."  Sometimes, in the midst of a journey, food runs short and options shorter, and you eat what you can find.  And, sometimes, you eat the inadvisable.  Aesop had made that mistake once, but never again.

"Lemme know if you see more," he said, scanning the underbrush.