Friday, March 18, 2011

A Short Story About Mushrooms...

My Sister made me dinner last night.  I always find it hard to eat the tiny little Fantasia (as I call them) mushrooms.  I know that if/when I turn on Tchaikovsky, they won't start dancing... But it still have hope (after all these years).
Again, the mushrooms failed me... No dancing.  So I ate them.  They were delicious.
The End.

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