I have never heard mushrooms shouting.
They talk so softly that this becomes inaudible, that is why they stay in crowds, and stand ear by ear.
One of the mushrooms is exceptional. It has its own life, with no relatives or friends within a radius of two feet, or 2 miles in the measurement of mushrooms. It doesn't talk, but spends all times powdering itself purplish in colour, and ensuring the Afro kinky hair texture always holds in place.
Mushrooms always look pretty. This unique one strives harder to stay in the limelight, until a Mohawk appears.