#7 - Bone Brigade part 3

Arthur grinned when he spotted the mud toadstools, as their name implied, in the mud. He would have to be careful, he thought, stepping over slowly. He didn't want to show up to the Halloween feast covered in mud or lake water.

Making sure that he was careful, Arthur decided he could pick the two mud toadstools up pretty easily, or at least, easier than the nettles, so he didn't really bother with the gloves. He didn't want to get them all muddy, anyways. He picked both up, moving much slower than he had normally. Slower than the tree sap he'd collected earlier.

He chuckled a little to himself, but that made him slip a little, so he quickly got serious about picking the two up. When he had grabbed both, he stood back and sighed. What else was he supposed to do in order to brew the potion properly? Feathers! Arthur didn't have an owl, so he thought his next best stop would be the Owlery, provided it wasn't dinnertime before then.