Fungifriday | The Tale of the Tubaria Girl

It was raining heavily when a young man wrote a spell to charm a woman he loved. He came down from his simple bamboo house. The young man stepped gingerly in the pouring rain. His heart was broken when three days ago the girl he loved was proposed to by another richer young man. His poor life made him even worse, the girl should have been his.

The girl's name was Tubaria a beauty with slender yellow skin, tiny ruby red lips. The girl's beauty made the young man crazy about her. On that wet night, the heartbroken young man ran through the darkness of the night. The wind was blowing hard, the leaves swaying in the wind while the rain had not stopped.

Under a large mahogany tree, the young man fell down, his tears had been washed away by the rain so that if anyone saw him they would not know he was crying. On a piece of paper the young man wrote a spell that he got from his dream. There he cursed the girl he had once loved. She had promised to be faithful to him, but that promise was lost, forgotten when another rich young man proposed to her.

The young man's hatred he took out on her evil spell. The paper that bore the curse was made from a red pen, which he scratched into his hand. it was the spell that turned Tubaria into a mushroom. Then it rained heavily, three days without stopping. The girl named Tubaria was found by the villagers under a mahogany tree as a mushroom plant. The villagers identified it as Tubaria from her clothes and the line of hair under the Mahuni.

That is the tale of the origin of the Tubaria mushroom circulating in my village. Regardless of whether the story is true or not, people don't care, they don't even have the interest to prove the truth. Instead, people continue to tell the story of the Tubaria girl to their children.

Tubaria

Microporus xanthopus

Hemitrichia calyculat

This is my submission for #FungiFriday, which is hosted and curated by @ewkaw