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Covering his very strong, athletic, hard body, was a sleeveless, brown, pure leather coat,
which warmed his torso–across which were several healed scars. Such sca rs were also present
across his face, arms, and legs. While silently contemplating, he observed as orange-glowing ash
rose above the fire towards the roof.
Dew was all over the healthy leaves and thick tree trunks, with a slight mist present in the
chilly air; through which the orange sunrays lit the waking jungle filled with mixed sounds of all
kinds of birds, monkeys and insects. Thick-barked, well-spaced trees constituted most of the
forest, with all kinds of thick leaved, coiling plants attached as they crawled and climbed. The
crawlers extended all over the “carpet” of orange, red, and purple shed leaves that covered the
entire forest floor.
On his back, the boy was carrying a big, square shaped basked on thick, furry, leather straps
over his shoulders. He walked through the trees with his father. Between the many red and
yellow flower bushes, they stepped, walking over dead logs grown by ferns and colorful fungi.
“Over there,” his father said as he pointed at a small bush comprised of small, upright plants.
He walked towards them and the boy followed, squatting next to him while facing the bush.
“A-a-a-a, watch it,” he stopped the boy from uprooting a plant.
“But its vegetable?” the boy wondered.
“It looks like-” he paused as he uprooted it himself, “-vegetable, but if you eat this dear boy,
you lose your mind, you become like the monkeys. It is a poisonous weed,” he explained while
throwing it away.
“They look exactly the same?”
“They sure do, you tell the difference by these,” he said while pointing out the very tiny
fruits under the actual vegetable leaves, “see? It is what you look for, these weeds do not have
them,” he showed him while uprooting a few. The boy observed and followed as he uprooted
After gathering enough, they moved on, walking through some bushes that were enclosing a
small depression. Inside the depression, were several huge, decaying logs grown all over with all
kinds of mosses, ferns, and very vibrant troops of fungi; healthy plants that thrived alongside
bright flowers, dark green thick grass, and armies of colonizing, crawling plants.
“Mushrooms!” the boy remarked as he followed his father through the bushes, “Lots of
them!” he added as he excitedly looked around.
“You need to know which ones are for eating, come here?” his father called. The boy rushed
over towards him, squatting at a log and checking out the healthy fungi.
“How do we pick them?” he asked as he took off the quarter-filled basket from his back.
“Everything with spots on it is bad-” he started to explain, showing the excited child who
quickly learned. To the basket, with hands full of mushrooms, he made several trips, returning
and keeping up with his father who moved about the place and pointed out what was edible for
him to pick.