There was a little white & brown rabbit that lived up north in the mountains. He ran around all summer, playing in the fields, sleeping in his burrows, eating the wonderful food available.
As the frost came, and it turned colder, he was forced to scrounge for new food. One day all he could find to eat was a mushroom growing on the edge of the field, next to a tree. He was starting to get really really hungry....so decided to take a bite. It tasted pretty icky, but didn't hurt, so he ate some more, and more and more.
With a full stomach he hopped away to look for a place to sleep in the forest. Hopping through the forest, little bunny "haha" started to look up around at the trees...they seemed like they were getting larger, branches reaching out and waving at him.
He ran some more, further and further, deeper and deeper into the forest...but it kept closing in on him. As he hopped, he almost ran into a bush, but managed to dodge it at the last second to be confronted with another, branches spread wide, ready to swallow him up. Fearful he darted to the side, got trapped in a snare, instantly broke his neck, and became lunch for Mr Joe Wilderness guy who was filming a TV survival show. Mr Joe skinned the bunny, cooked him over a fire, ate him, and started to trip out from the mushrooms in the rabbit. He thought he was turning into a bunny, so ran away from the fire screaming, almost ran into a bush, dodged to the left, and got trapped in a snare.
God watched Mr Joe struggle and die in the trap, and then just kinda laughed to himself. Another funny day was coming to an end.
The moral of the story, don't eat mushrooms.
