One is relax, more is busy.
The mushrooms in uniform are busy walking uphill to school one morning. More mornings later, one memory is fragmented, more of them could be very vivid.
One of them remembers, when in high school, sitting a few tables away, always looking at a girl, and only looking at the girl, in the library.
The one mushroom liked to buy more sweets in pink colour, because pink is the colour of her lips.
Once was sweet, it is sweeter more years later.
One is a dot of simplicity, more is so dottily beautiful.