The Mushroom

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“I’m just saying, couldn’t we consider moving?” Audrey
asked.

“Why would we want to leave?” her mother asked. “This part of the glade gets more sunlight than most, and that means the best growing conditions.”

“It’s not the location, Mom, it’s the house!”

“Nonsense. Nothing’s wrong with the house.  It’s cozy, you have your own room… Not a lot
of your friends can say that, can they?”

“We live in a mushroom, Mom. A literal mushroom. Everybody makes fun of me for it.”

“So, you live in a mushroom, so what? Anabelle lives in a hole
in the wall. Is her place so much better?”

“Mom, I reek of mushroom. It doesn’t wash out! Just smell my
hair,” Audrey said, pulling her delicate curls across her face and making a
face. “It’s disgusting!”

Her mother gave it a cursory whiff. “Well, I think it smells nice.”

“Whatever, Mom. Just promise me you’ll talk to Dad about it.”

“Alright, we’ll talk. I can’t promise anything will come of
it. Who knows if any places are even available?” She shrugged and flitted back
to stirring he cookie dough.

Audrey’s face brightened momentarily, then her eyes narrowed
conspiratorially. “Actually, I know of a place. You know where Robin lives?
Well, her family left The Glades, so her place is empty right now. If we move
quickly, it can be ours!”

“Robin’s place? Can’t we find something closer to ground
level?” her mother said as she began spooning clumps of dough onto a baking
sheet.

“There’s no point if you’re just planning to trade one mushroom for another, Mom. Besides, you’re not scared of heights, are you?”

Mother blushed. “Of course not. Don’t be silly. Now, go
before you’re late.”

Audrey kissed her mother’s cheek, then flew outside to join
her hovering friends.

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