The Whereabouts of a Whim 《Prank》

Yesterday, on a whim, I made a post using "#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout".

Within two seconds, I was discovered by Konishi Kinoko.

Oh no.

I hurriedly snatched up my "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" and shoved it into my breast pocket.

“...I have to run.”

While soothing the "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" thrashing in my pocket, I ran through the twilight streets.

If you want to hide a leaf, hide it in a forest.
Hiding a "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" in a forest should be fine, too.

Before posting, I had thought for a moment that it might be wrong to release an immature "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" into the wild, but I hadn't expected to be pursued so quickly.

As someone who prides themselves on being an indoor person, it was inevitable that I would get lost in the forest.
In the blink of an eye, I lost all sense of direction.

“Ah...”
As I tripped over a tree root and lost my balance, the "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" tumbled out of my pocket.

It rolled right along and sank into the pond.

“Aaaah!!”

I reached out, but it was too late.
As I stared blankly at the water's surface, a white light emerged.

“...Is the 'WhatAreYouTalkingAbout' you dropped a golden one? Or is it a silver 'WhatAreYouTalkingAbout'?”
An old man with white hair and a white beard, wrapped in white light, floated on the water's surface and held both hands out toward me.
The sparkling "WhatAreYouTalkingAbout" was right before my eyes.

It was the real WhatAreYouTalkingAbout.

My throat gave a gulp.

Lies are no good.
Exaggeration is fine, but lies are no good.

“……………No, it’s a black, Mincho-style ‘What are you talking about’.”

The glowing old man vanished instantly.

Wait, is this the pattern where I get nothing?

As I stood up, fuming, I saw mushrooms swarming around the pond.

Mushrooms.

A chill ran down my spine.

Mushrooms…….

Before I knew it, it seems I had jumped right into the arms of Mr. Konishi Kinoko, intending to run away.

I’m worried about my ‘What are you talking about’ that sank into the water, but first I must protect myself.

I searched for a way out, but there was no break in the mushrooms that surrounded me ten or twenty layers deep.

And then, finally, from behind a tree, slowly.
He revealed his form.

“Nice to meet you.”

Before I knew it, the sun had set.
Mr. Konishi Kinoko’s expression is invisible.

“Ah……… um…… that ‘What are you talking about’ is, in…… in that pond over there………”

“Ah, that is not a pond.”

Mr. Konishi Kinoko said.

“Welcome to the ‘What are you talking about?’ swamp.”

*To Mr. Konishi Kinoko,
I have been using your work without permission for two days.
If this is unpleasant for you, I will withdraw it.
Please let me know.

☆ I borrowed the header. Thank you very much.