Hidden breakfast
09-22-2020, 07:32 AM
Bait let out the equivalent of a pained sigh, “Very well then dear Cicero. Come along.” Bait stayed off the ground when possible, leaping onto a variety of rocks, downed trees, stumps, or anything else that looked stable. “Quite a good size clump of them and of two different types. One is larger than the other but the little ones are far more numerous.” The fox did pause on occasion, ears pricked high as he looked about then continuing.
After a few minutes, they came to a spot where a good size clump of mushrooms was growing under what was likely to be a very old tree from the size of it, with another two smaller ones struggling to grow next to it. Mushrooms did spread out farther than just the few tree’s but they became more sporadic. It seemed the trees were somehow set up in a way that provided a better home for the little things. “As said pretty Cicero, a good number of mushrooms for whatever your desire might be. May I ask what a wolf would wish of mushrooms? Deer stew?”
After a few minutes, they came to a spot where a good size clump of mushrooms was growing under what was likely to be a very old tree from the size of it, with another two smaller ones struggling to grow next to it. Mushrooms did spread out farther than just the few tree’s but they became more sporadic. It seemed the trees were somehow set up in a way that provided a better home for the little things. “As said pretty Cicero, a good number of mushrooms for whatever your desire might be. May I ask what a wolf would wish of mushrooms? Deer stew?”