[ WP ] Your party makes camp for the night , and you 're first on watch . Unfortunately , someone foraged psychotropic mushrooms for dinner .

The park ranger told us as we crossed the river, the water reaching just below our knees, that we were almost at the campsite. This was good, because I was feeling like I was going to collapse under the weight of my rucksack. At the other side of the river we made ourselves carefully through rocks once submerged in the water, shoes squelching, shivering from the cold wind. We soon came out onto a clearing surrounded tightly by pine trees. 
 
 I took off my shoes and let the grass scratch my itchy souls. I thought I was going to get a fungal infection but the ranger took one look at my feet and said I was fine. I tiptoed to the fire Sandy made and went as close possible to the flames. The sun was below the horizon by the time the boys came back with an antelope on their shoulders. 
 
 The ranger nodded encouragingly as Sandy and I prepared a meat and mushroom stew and as the boys set up the tents. He told me the mushrooms helped with infections in case one of us acquired one. He had his hand on my shoulder, was stiflingly close. For a moment it seemed like he was succeeding in pulling me in, but then I blinked and walked away. He was really starting to make me feel uncomfortable. One of the boys was my boyfriend, I did n't need this. 
 
 I insisted to be on watch duty because I wanted to cool after hours of sitting next to the fire. There were no clouds to block out the stars. It seemed like the stars were moving, in circular motions. I started to giggle and I wanted to call Sandy to come take a look but the words melted into each other and sounded sluggish. I shrugged and looked up. The stars were now growing and shrinking and the moon shrunk and exploded to smithereens. 
 
 He came out of his tent, wearing only a short. He took my wrist and helped me up, guided me to his tent. I was excited; maybe there'd be a *magical lion* with wings waiting in there or whatever. He made me lie on my back and the excitement was almost unbearable but I could n't see a lion, I saw only large eyes watching me, thousands of them. He took off my jeans, his hands were rougher than my boyfriend's. I felt something pull me and then I sat up but he hushed me back onto the ground. My body tensed and then I pushed his head away from my face and screamed the names of the others. But was that my voice? Or someone else's? Were those even words I said? 
 
 He was fighting with me, put a hand over my mouth. I struggled and struggled and that's when I heard something outside. It was the magical lion, I could hear the growls, saw its prowling shadow against the canvas. The ranger froze.The tent was torn apart and the magical lion jumped on the ranger and hugged him. But the ranger was screaming. Who screams when given a hug? Maybe he did n't want it. Yes, he did n't want it, let him scream. 
 
 I'm pulled up weakly by Sandy, I can see her groggy face, she looks *high*. Me too, maybe? She's saying something with effort: we have to run. I wave to the ranger and the lion. The lion waves back, a flamboyant wiggling of its paw, but the ranger does n't.
