I was not as wet as a fish. Lucky me. I found some pretty red mushrooms the next Sunday I went hiking; the same Cerok Tokun, at a different time, the dimension in which new wonders hide.
Their striking color exposed themselves. Lucky them, I am a hiker, not a predator, yet they survived not a week, but was already the whole life.
Nearby, their neck-stretching cousin got my attention. Yes, being delicate, yet it was dynamic, and proactive. Oops, a little bit of extra stretching would see the mushroom uprooting itself.
And more of the them are living unnoticed in the forest.
These mushroom's cousins aren't me. They like as wet as a fish. They mushroom.
They are linked to Your Sunday Best.