Bob: Those red spotty ‘shrooms were bad news, but some of the others turned out to be okay... We just had to see what the local wildlife would eat. Meeka: Well, then I guess I would’ve starved. No mushrooms for me! Bob: Be glad you get to be picky, kid. That means you’re well fed. In fact, you’d be surprised what you’re willing to eat when you’re starving for real. Mmm... just like chicken. Meeka: (sigh) Poor Bulby...
Bob's Steampunk Tales #3
by Bob