After the storm, it was damp and cool in the forest. Pearl drops hung on the branches, which were in no hurry to fall to the ground. Tashik noticed that something had changed after the rain, but he couldn't figure out what exactly. After walking through the forest for some more time, he did understand what was the matter. Mushrooms. They were climbing out of the ground right in front of Tashik's eyes. Their hats were very small at first, but then they got bigger and bigger, turning into real umbrellas from raindrops. The red mushrooms were especially beautiful. Their hats were the most noticeable and the brightest in the dark emerald forest.
The bear cub became interested in such an indescribable beauty and sat down next to a whole family of red hats to admire them.
– I wonder if they are delicious? Tashik muttered, remembering his mother's soups with mushrooms and roots and licked his lips. A lot of time has passed since the nuts that Apricot was treated to. The bear was pretty hungry and looked at the delicious red caps of mushrooms that reminded him of red berries.
He stretched out his paw and tore off the biggest and juiciest hat.
– Hey! Come on, throw it out immediately!
In front of him stood a huge gray wolf, which silently approached the little one.
Tashik the bear, frightened, let go of the mushroom cap from his hands and backed away.
– Sorry, I didn't know it was your mushrooms!
"Not mine, but the witches'. Neither children nor adults can eat them, understand? There's a stream, run down and wash your paws so that the poison doesn't soak in.
Tashik rinsed his paws and drank some water from the stream, his tummy rumbled treacherously.
The huge wolf came closer. He was no longer so scary, his gray head was covered with scars, but his eyes looked with a smile.
– Let's go to that clearing, the starving little bear! Look, even though these berries are called wolfberries for cubs – this is a delicious and healthy food rich in vitamins, my children are constantly raiding these places. And I strictly forbade them to touch the poisonous fly agarics; they have already killed so many animals in our forest.
Tashik was picking bunches of blue-black berries with his paws and throwing them into his mouth. Sweet juice flowed down the paws and on the muzzle. After eating, Tashik asked the wolf if he knew how to get out of the thicket.