Brazil cries, mushroom laughs

Life is too short for a brown mushroom to get worried about nothing, but it camouflages against a brown termite nest. It never escapes from my eagle eyes; taking pride in this, my mouth curves-up again.

While shooting in various positions in hope of attracting admiration on the Internet, for that good feeling I love very much, the mushroom stands out unexpectedly. My story is exposed as poorly made-up, though not as catastrophic as how Brazil set a record when losing to Germany 1-7 in World Cup 2014.

Life is never too short for stories.

Brazil cries, a mushrooms laughs.

Mushrooms, Big and Small

Hair thins, lentigines grow, yet every day is an enthusiastic day.

I love playing the game of seeing eye to eye, and they are so good to be in my game; as a matter of fact, everyone is a so conscious living being with thoughts and emotion.

I like stories, and am always overwhelmed with stories which continue to come forward every weekend.

I especially like hikers who get on their hands and knees playing that big single-eye and leave with their mouths curve-up, big enough to hold lots of satisfaction and self-confidence.

The elder tells the other mushroom.

Super Mushroom

Do you need some power-ups?

Here I find the iconic red Super Mushroom which increases Mario's size, and helps save his life when being hit by enemies. He is a repeated hero to rescue Princess Toadstool.

You may not necessary be a Super Mario, but a real life hero or heroine, especially when anarchy reigns and villain rules, to save you and your family.

You decided to have power-ups.

So perform the pudgy Mario's jump, high and higher, and to break blocks as many as possible. Painful heads? It is worth it. 

Remember not to miss to collect the Super Mushroom.

I Made It Finally

Though muddy and dripping with sweat, I emerged finally from the dark underworld, and am delighted to learn immediately that macaque peeing on me is an unavoidable kind of warm welcome.

Spider the webmaster comes forward to rent my office right away. The giant ant offers me free full-body massage before its business goes online.

Breeze is soothing, the luxuriance of lushness is gorgeous, and so is the blue sky.

But not the pounding footsteps that keep coming back. These are as life threatening as an atomic bomb.

Though I do not mind the stinky socks and the stomach gas.

Being Hit

My mushroom kid has been hit by the atomic-bomb-force stomach gas. It fell and lay flat. Half of the onlookers were capturing the drama on video, while the rest were texting over the Internet. "Like" would pour in.

No no no. This is so ridiculous and does not happen in the world of mushrooms.

As a matter of fact, this mushroom was confused by "copyright protection". Copied that, left was right, and it emerged from a wrong exit.

That makes it looks lying flat so innocently and straining its waist crazily.

Misfortunes never come singly; it somehow has a stray follower.