And, off she went with this fairly fun guy who kept relaying stories about both the nutritional and psychological benefits for those who adhere to the tenets of mycophilia.
At first, the idea of receiving redintegration of the peace of mind she had once held—before, of course, it broke into its current pieces—seemed quite appealing if it could be achieved by way of licks and nibbles.
But, the lodestone of this potential mate’s persuasions began to wane regarding their endearment once breezes began wafting the moldy scents of his attire into lady-company’s olfactory space.
So, it turned out that Mr. Fungi had allowed his pursued passion to pelt him with some rather serious points of pee-yew and, as a consequent, when it was time to part, she doffed toward him her cap—along with scrunched face, rolled eyes, and notarised adieu. ; )