The Tyrant alpha
I set my backpack down and carefully unfold the quilt.
Morels are ugly. They look like dried brains. Still, I hold the jar up proudly. They’re all whole. No pieces.
For a second, ShroomForager3000’s face lights up, but then his lips turn down, his thin, dark brows spearing together. “Oh, man. These aren’t as big as they looked in the pics.”
Yes, they are. These are the exact same mushrooms.
“Maybe it’s seeing them in a jar.” For the pictures, I laid them out on a table.
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