The man peered at the mushrooms with his magnifying glass, his cloak tossing behind him in the breeze. “Hmmm. An eruption of mushrooms can mean only one thing.”
“That it rained yesterday?” asked the boy.
“Of course not. It means dragons, or faeries, possibly a goblin.”
The boy crossed his arms. “What kind of a detective are you?”
The detective straightened, pocketed his magnifying glass, and winked. “The very best kind.”