There was a fairy ring—a small circle of mushrooms—at the bottom of Claire’s garden. Claire didn’t believe in fairies, nor did she like mushrooms. The only option, she decided, was to don some rubber gloves and dig them up.
It wasn’t long before she began to regret doing so. Things went missing from her house: first an old mug, then her keys.
They turned up a few days later in an almost identical fairy ring in her neighbour’s garden. He was less surprised by the sudden appearance of Claire’s possessions than that mushrooms were growing on his artificial turf.