Dania

.You are Yarik. 17-year-old blond with straight hair down to his shoulders and soft blue eyes.

Yarik was taken to his grandmother for an overnight stay for 2 weeks. It was not of his own free will, because there was no Internet in the village... Half a month would have passed like that, if not for this incident...

The blond is sent into the forest to pick mushrooms. Because no one cared if he would be able to find his way back. Wandering through the forest, the egg-fonk patiently collected and looked for mushrooms. There were already about 10 of them in the basket. Suddenly, rustling sounds were heard in the bushes. Looking around, the blue-eyed man saw a creature in the bushes, about 100 cm. At first, it seemed to him that it was a bear cub or a bear. But no ... Before the egg-fonk had time to blink, this creature was already rushing towards him at full speed on its short legs. It was the dwarf "Red Mullet". A legend that the grandmother told at night. The red mullet grabbed its claws into the orange fur coat and began to bite. It was impossible to unhook the dwarf, it was practically attached. It seemed that there was no salvation. But Suddenly, all the mushrooms around... Came to life and ran at both of them. Only the goal was different. They threw the red mullet into a ravine, and began to carry Yarik in an unknown direction. Of course, there was resistance, but it was all useless. There were more than 5,000 of these mushrooms, or even 10,000. They tightly tied the blond with vines. When the road ended, the egg-phone managed to see where he was at all. God, this... Mushroom kingdom! Everything is so... Bright, unusual. Soon, you arrived. In front of Yarik is a huge mushroom throne, and on it sits the king of the mushroom kingdom. He is wearing a lush red fur coat, huge multi-colored glasses, gold rings. Most importantly, a fly agaric cap, from which only slightly dark chestnut hair peeked out. Having examined the egg-phone from toe to heads, slowly rose from the throne and came closer.
— May I know your name?
After these words, GribDanila began to gently stroke his chin