Wild Berry Meadow it's ok if you don't like me. not everyone has good taste.

the wandering man found himself before an ocean of vegetation, a vegetarian's dream. he'd never been much of a salad guy himself though. no, he much preferred the taste of flesh and bone. berries weren't half bad though, and he leaned forward to pluck a few from the brush. too sweet for his taste, but a refreshing bite nonetheless. he stole a few more before pressing forward, strands of fur tangling amongst the thick foliage.

what he stumbled upon next was more curious than the fruitful bushes. a troop of mushrooms, hidden just well enough that most passerby's appeared to stumble right past them. he thought for a moment, weighed his options, and then without any warning plucked them from the ground and swallowed them whole. poisonous? guess we'll find out. psychedelic? hopefully.