Don't eat the mushrooms, they said. Those things are poisonous, they said. Turns out they were right.
One bite and ten minutes later I was running naked down the street and screaming, "the bees need food!"
Not without reason, though. I tried to make a tea and suddenly understood that it was cruel for us to steal their honey. Bees made it. They deserved it. So I felt the sudden urge to tell everyone who would listen. Why was I naked? Good question. It wasn't until I looked down at my body that I realized I never left the kitchen.
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