Greedy Shrooms

Under a purple umbrella, brightened by hanging jewels dropped like raindrops, Michel huffed out a loud breath.

He wasn’t the type to go searching for shrooms and all that silly business, but one of his friends did mention he wanted to experience the drug and as much as it pained Michel, he did like this friend.

So here he was, carrying his poor little Diamond, his impup, through the mud as he made his way to the garden beds from last year’s Hazeblooms. It was always a shock to see the mushrooms that dotted everywhere around the beds and even with other buns having done their own collecting, everything was still overrun.

Michel pouted as he looked down at the rain boots he was forced to wear. “Oh Diamond, my little baby, I can’t believe I’m actually doing something as ridiculous as this. Could you imagine what would happen if I get mud on my clothes.” He lifted his purse higher to look at his impup.

Diamond was nuzzled comfortable in the plush purse, looking up lazily as his owner spoke. He was used to Michel’s worrying and complaining, it probably would have concerned him more of the bun sounded calm.

Michel squealed, “Look at that little face, oh you are the cutest.”

Diamond stood up as best he could to set his paws against the purse’s edge, his tail wagging fast as he was praised.

“I’m going to get you so many treats when we get home, I mean my poor baby is out here in the cold for something silly like shrooms.” Although Michel did admit it was fun to be high off the mysterious mushrooms.

Speaking of shrooms, he had better go ahead and pick a few to take home or the basket he bought with him would be for nothing. “Okay, you just sit tight my little darling.”

Michel decided to bend over to pluck mushrooms off the ground, he wouldn’t dare to kneel in the mud. His clothes were expensive and he didn’t want to have to figure out how to get the stains out. That was the kind of job for someone else, not someone as pretty and smart as him.

“Ugh this is so gross, I hate how mushrooms feel. How is it, they taste so good but look so bad.” Michel scoffed, trying to hurry through his picking of shrooms. “Honestly I should have just paid someone else to do this for me, but no one was available.”

Diamond reached his head over, trying to sniff at the basket that swayed so close to the purse. He didn’t really understand his owner was saying but he was curious about what Michel was picking. He didn’t often see his owner so manual labour, it was shocking to see Michel do anything that wasn’t resting or gushing over things he wanted.

Michel dropped another shroom in his basket, gasping when he realized how close his impup was to falling out of his purse. “Diamond! Oh you silly thing, be careful!”

He used his hand to gently push Diamond back into his purse. “Honestly what would I do if you hurt yourself? I would have to rush you to someone to help… or something. Maybe the imp store. With that one bun, what was his name? Butch, Mitch? Ugh whatever who cares.”

Diamond didn’t look happy to be pushed, but he did quickly obey.

“There we go, don’t worry I should be done. I mean honestly how many do we need? Ten should be fine and if it isn’t, who cares I did my best.” Michel rolled his eyes, ever acting like he was better than everyone thought,

Besides if he had some extras, maybe he could take them to his favorite man and see if he wanted to discover this shroom fun together. Oh he couldn’t wait, sure his friend, but who could resist a hot night with the most handsome bun he’s ever seen?

Maybe collecting these silly little mushrooms would work out in his favor after all? He just need to understand the best way to use them for his benefit. He did love being greedy, especially for something that happened only once a year.