Halfway along the trail to the waterfall, we ran across the most lovely two-tone mushroom. This mushroom was named Roberta and, as chance would have it, was not only unmarried but agreeable to the idea.

"Roberta!" I cried, "You are the loveliest mushroom I have ever laid eyes on." I thought it was true or I wouldn't have said it.

"Poison Pie would like you plenty," Marie said pointedly, directing her words more to me than to Roberta.

Roberta, paragon of modesty, accepted the compliments gracefully.