Should you find me quietly nestling in dark, dank woodland corners -
Be kind. Call me Dragon's Egg.
Call me Witches Ball.
Call me Goblin's Crystal.
But please - don't call me Stinkhorn. Even if you smell my older brother...
(edited note - the 'egg' is the primary stage of the common Stink Horn - as you can see, it starts as an amazing globe, about as large as a big hen's egg, and erupts into the fairy tail castle of the 'older brother', shown here in its later stage as it begins to disintegrate. You often find flies and insects clustered round them, as they have a rank, sour odour - in fact, you will probably smell one before you see it. I actually rather like it, but others find it noisesome in the extreme). allus Impudicus - StinkIhorpE