Life is nice as a mushroom. The forest is peaceful all day and at night you can lean over onto a soft bed of fallen leaves. When it rains the branches high above you soften the fall of the drops. Yes, there is little to worry you when you are a mushroom in a forest. The animals may gaze on you as they walk by, and you can’t believe it when you learn that the massive trees are alive, just like you. The sight of a line of ants makes you happier than just about anything else you know exists.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Life As A Mushroom
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