Mycellium stared out from his cage at the approaching Kokiri. Prior to the approach of the boy-monster, he had been spreading spores all over the inside of his cage, and of the wagon. The horrible, shrivelled creature was making noises at him and throwing sharp metal bits every which way. It seemed like the gnarled and malnourished shell of a man was trying to ask a question. Mycellium didn't understand questions. However, he did understand that the tone of this Kokiri creature was not a friendly or kind one, but rather one of suspicion. The child-creature was analyzing him, and that would not do. Quickly, Mycellium started to play the melody from his snout. It had saved him before, and saved him again. The buzzing and horn-like noises that came forth were sickening, almost painful. He wasn't being quite loud enough for it to do any real painful damage, but it was enough to induce nausea. Or so Mycellium hoped. Enough to make this creature leave him be. He needed to get back to spreading. He had to make the cargo beautiful.