Mooshroom was quietly asleep, curled up in the mycelium grass of his home island. This was all he'd ever known- all he ever needed. But as he slowly woke up, he noticed a small object floating on the waves- a raft of some kind? No, it looked more like debris from a broken ship. He watched it quietly, blinking awake as his ears flicked. Head bobbing to the side a bit while the little drifting 'raft' approached.