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Poison Pie and I stayed in the park until late in the night. When a butter-colored moon arrived, I thought that perhaps, Poison Pie, in an attempt to cap a wonderful day with a magnificent end, had transmogrified himself into the moon. I looked around but didn't see him. "Is that you, Poison Pie?" I called upward. As soon as I said it, I noticed Poison Pie was only a mushroom at my feet. Poison Pie and I returned our attention to the moon. We invited the moon to become a mushroom person with us. "Live the mushroom life," we told it, "Rise early in the wet morning."The moon closed its mouth and swung its moonpie face slowly side to side. "Oh moon," we said, "Give it some thought."
The moon, I am told, is still thinking about it, as am I. |
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