The Mushrooms of Zagrammor

A short story with a couple points.

Somewhere, out there, in the bottom of a ravine, there sat a log. And, on that log, there lived a community of mushrooms. Among the vast community, there ruled the Mushrooms of Zagrammor, and their rule was okay. not bad, not super awesome...but okay...except that…well…I don’t exactly know how to describe it. You see, the log was propped up against a pile of rocks, and Zagrammor sat at the top of the log. And, the Mushrooms of Zagrammor spore’d with slime that covered everyone on the log. And, everyone hated that.

Everyone hates the mushrooms of Zagrammor so much. And, they focus all their hate on them. And, their hate keeps them a small, focused community amongst the vastness of the ravine.

In this ravine lives a great pig, and it is a beastly devour'er of mushrooms. But the stink of the log is one that it avoids. The slime has made the mushrooms bitter, their taste foul, and they fight his stomach far too much to be of any benefit. So, the pig passes them on.

One day, a person comes by, and sees the mushrooms of Zagrammor, and cuts them off to eat them for dinner! and, for no other reason than that.

All the other mushrooms are so happy that they are gone, because they won’t get slimed anymore, and that was true.

 

…and then the pig comes by and eats them up.

 

By Gregory J. Gardner, Jr.