That’s if you are a mushroom propping up two little girls.
Usually you’ve got lots of fresh air and sun in your patch. Your stalk’s a bit
grubby. I wonder how many pairs of muddy boots have been rubbing against you. Hopefully
no-one’s cocked a leg. You must be staked pretty deep in the ground to stop yourself
from tipping over. Perhaps one day these will multiply and replace the plastic
sticks stuck on the hill in the snow. Maybe the brown bits are spores in the making.
All they need is a bit of weight and they can suck in the matter underground to
convert it. The snow is simply disguising a bog. The little one’s taken a bite
already. She’s even drooling. Any moment now, she’s going to try to pin her
sister on top of the mushroom to take a bite. The mushroom’s already grabbed
her jacket with a cord.
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