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The Story:
He heard the low rumble. He grew proud and tall, but he had known his time was limited.
Amidst the glow of the setting sun, the tickle of the smooth grass, and the allure of the colorful flowers, there was him.
The sun was easy to admire. The grass would be happier for its grooming. The flowers were safe, mocking him from their beds. But he had no such securities.
He was a fungus–such an ugly word. He hated it. He knew they wouldn’t let him continue to grow around such beauty, and the word was a constant reminder of it.
“Anything ugly, and they’ll stamp it right out,” his father used to say.
He was short back then, but he’d managed to grow even taller than his father.
The rumble had become a roar, and he could feel its wind.
“What did I really do,” he wondered buy generic cialis online.
“What was my crime?”
Irrefutably, he knew his crime. He was ugly, and they didn’t like ugly things. It was that simple.
He saw the dark blades coming at him. He noticed that even the flowers seemed to be weeping on his behalf. But just as that dark underbelly reached him, the rumble died down, and the blades stopped spinning.
“Daddy, wait! That’s my mushroom!”
“Alice, don’t run out here like that!”
“But daddy, that’s my mushroom! Don’t hurt him!”
Her father looked at him, looked back at his daughter, and chuckled.
“Okay, Alice. I’ll get some mulch and fix up a little spot right here for your mushroom.”
Her father walked away. Alice knelt down beside the mushroom, this wretched fungus that others declare too ugly to let live, and smiled.
“Don’t worry. I think you’re beautiful.”