Fungus Among Us

“All smiles today, are we?” muttered Mervin.

The other shroomies turned their backs on the disgruntled fungus. “Too good to associate with me, I see,” said the mushroom.

Mervin didn’t belong here, and he knew it. Nature had played a cruel trick on the shroom when he was a spore.

“Not my fault that bird grabbed the dung pile I landed on. What kind of animal picks up dung to carry away to drop it where it’s not wanted?” remarked Mervin.

Giggles and hushed laughter came from behind. “I want to go home,” cried Mervin.

“Yes, go home, ugly thing,” said a high-pitched voice.

Mervin bent his head in sorrow. “If I could walk, I would go home,” muttered the mushroom.

Over time, the cruelty became too much for Mervin. He decided to give up trying to be a nice shroomie.

“I will end it all. Let the wind take me where it wishes,” said the mushroom.

After that, when the sun shone down, Mervin dried himself out by not covering his gills.

On the evening of the eighth day, Mervin’s body sent out spores. The spores caught the wind and glided over the landscape.

Most landed in the water and drowned. One made it to a small green patch near an open field. “I remember this place from the before time,” cried the spore.

Within a day, a mushroom stood tall in the green grass. “I’m home,” said the new Mervin.

No longer the outsider, now surrounded by shrooms that looked like him. “Family,” said Mervin.

“Welcome home, Mervin. We missed you,” said a nearby shroom.

Mervin looked about the landscape, then spoke, “It’s good to be back.”

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