Isabelle looks at her numb toadstool and decides the best way to pull its fangs out. She knew she had to grip it firmly. But not to firmly. She carefully placed her hand on the cap of the toadstool. Isabelle gripped it a little bit. Don't be to hard.

"Ok little toadstool. I'm going to pull your fangs out now," Isabelle told the toadstool. She probably sounded stupid talking to a toadstool. But, whatever, it made her feel more comfortable. "Ready...1...2...3," Isabelle pulled downward carefully with her other hand pulling the fang out cleanly.