We arrived at a third stump, who greeted us cordially. Garbed in a skin-tight gown of fungus, this stump was a well-loved benefactor of the mushroom people. "Poison Pie," said the stump, "is going to make one little mushroom lady a very happy woman..."

Marie and I naturally were pleased to hear such an optimistic prognostication. We too had only positive thoughts of Poison Pie's wedded future.

"Yes," said the stump, "Poison Pie is going to make one little mushroom lady a very happy woman so long as you select the appropriate bride."

Marie and I felt the heavy weight of our responsibility. "Out of all the mushrooms in the forest, is there only one bride, right for Poison Pie?" we asked.

"Only one," confirmed the stump with an ominous tone.