On Board the “Mississippi”
Red mist, strange plants,
a ghostly silence.
Anne wakes up on the deck.
The ants are here,
but the Forest is no longer the same.
Only now did Pouchy take a closer look — and gasped as well. The Ghost Forest, always full of surprises, had outdone itself this time. Thick low clouds obscured everything around them, and the air was filled with a fine red dust that made breathing horribly difficult.
They were somewhere in the middle of a river, aboard an old, rusted, tightly anchored boat. But there was nothing familiar to be seen around them. In fact, this part of the forest could hardly be called a “forest” anymore. It had completely changed its color — from green to red. Along the shore, enormous red plants with bizarre shapes loomed. Some resembled mushrooms, others looked like sea anemones with tendrils spreading in all directions, others still rose menacingly like clusters of giant serrated swords, and some sprawled wide like massive mold, choking everything around them. Nothing remained of the previous green splendor, and there was no sign of forest creatures. As far as the eye could see stretched a wild, alien, and unwelcoming land — not a trace of civilized life. The Ghost Forest was completely unrecognizable — once again, for who knows how many times.
“This is the Ghost Forest,” said Pouchy, not entirely confidently. “At least I hope so. Anyway, it doesn’t look like anything I know. But we don’t have time for chit-chat. Help me wake Anne up. Stop staring and do something!”
“The... the Ghost Forest,” Peter stammered. “So it really... exists.”
“What did you think — we were visiting Aunt Petka?” snapped Pouchy. “The Forest not only exists, it also bites, scratches, and — if you’re not careful — occasionally eats you a little. Keep your eyes open, got it? This place is full of teeth and claws!”
Seeing his terrified face, she added more gently:
“Well, okay — you can live here too. Sometimes it’s even kind of fun. Now come on, help me wake Anne. With her around, it’s way more fun — trust me.”
Reflections on the scene
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This scene marks a turning point: Anne’s fantastic world, once magical and lush, is now reduced to a desolate, poisoned landscape. For readers who’ve journeyed with her since Book I, the transformation is as shocking as it is symbolic. When Peter first realizes the Ghost Forest is real, his stunned reaction mirrors that of any outsider suddenly thrust into someone else’s inner universe—especially one shaped by trauma, adventure, and growth.
But this is no longer the whimsical forest of talking hedgehogs and playful ghost games. Instead, the land is scorched, lifeless, and bitterly changed. The image of the once-majestic “Mississipy” now rusting in a red river sets the tone: we are deep in the aftermath of a catastrophe no one yet understands.
And then there’s Peter. In contrast to Anne’s hardened resolve, he embodies vulnerability, panic, and the human instinct to cling to the familiar. His tears and fears are not mocked—they’re absorbed gently by Pouchy and Anne, though not without a little teasing. For the first time, Peter sees that Anne’s stories were never just stories. They were testimonies.
This reflection isn’t just about a ruined forest. It’s about what happens when others finally begin to believe your truth—just as the truth itself turns monstrous and barely recognizable. For Anne, this confirmation comes with little comfort. Now begins the harder task: navigating a world where your imagination used to thrive, but where survival and meaning must be re-forged from ashes.