A Little Character
Large Amanita Lady Sculpture
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She grew tired of standing all day, feet buried in the green moss that stretched through the woods around her like a soft carpet. It was a pleasant enough way to while away entire days, weeks, eternity even, Amanita admitted, but there were times she yearned to be free from the ever hugging moss' embrace and do something, anything, else.
To move from this spot and see beyond the tree that obstructed her view, to hop across the stones in the far distance, to touch the long blades of grassy ferns that gathered together in clumps, their delicate stems fluttering in each stray breeze.
If she had arms she'd have climbed the trees and sat high amongst the birds that mocked her earth bound form. Well...maybe they weren't mocking her...but on the days she craved freedom the most were the days their incessant chatter and laugh like caws and tweets grated on her nerves. Not every day of course, but some days and on one day in particular whilst day dreaming about laying her cheek against the rough bark of the trees...just to see what it felt like, the birds started up again.
Amanita tipped her cap back, pale gills glistening in the weak light of the sun that reached down through the branches over head and she saw those birds, sitting where she could never go....and she got angry.
Very angry. As angry as any mushroom had ever been and before she knew it she'd yanked herself from the earth and stomped around furiously, fuming that she was stuck... Casting jealous glances up at the birds who quieted their chatter, sensing the oddness in the air, noticing what Amanita herself hadn't yet. She stomped and hollered in her squeaky little shroom voice until.....until she realized the absurdity of the situation, fell on her fungi butt and laughed so hard she feared she'd pop a cap, because apparently she wasn't stuck.....AND she had feet. Bonus!
The birds were forgotten. Anger evaporated and was whisked away on the overwhelming tide of joy that swept through her. Life had changed, in one small act of defiance her entire world expanded before her.
Amanita sat on the moss and wiggled her little feet, still covered with the rich soil of the forest. She didn't know if all shrooms and stools had them, or if she'd had them all along, or if she'd thought so hard about moving from the spot she'd popped into existence in, that she'd actually grown them...grown them with the power of her mind....
Whoah, trippy. Amanita laughed again, delighted and for the longest time, days, weeks, an eternity passed as she reveled in the freedom to sit. To sit....ahhhhhh, it was bliss.
To stretch and wiggle and lay back and look at the stars and sun and stars above for as long as she wanted. Soon she was going to run over..and hop across those stones. Run! Imagine that...only she didn't have to any more...she was going to do it.
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