When it got to be time for breakfast, Poison Pie and I started getting hungry. Yeah, we'd eaten some dirt but dirt doesn't do much to take the edge off an appetite. Fortunately, we ran into some yellow morels.

Now, you may be wondering if mushroom people eat other mushroom people. Of course, they do. Nothing tastes better than another mushroom person, especially if it's a freshly plucked morel.

Poison Pie swiped those helpless mushrooms into his humungous hand. He was ready to throw them down the gullet, when I reminded him we were in the National Park.

"Can't take anything from a National Park," I warned him. Can't pull a leaf from a tree, can't pocket a stone. It's a federal crime. They'll send you to the federal penitentiary in Leavenworth, Kansas if you do that."

Poison Pie tossed the yellow morels on the forest floor and ran off into the woods. I was left alone. It was not at all what I had wanted to happen. But frequently, we don't take the time to analyze the consequences of our words and actions. Thus, what we say very often has some unforeseen and unpleasant results. Had I had a hand in the creation of the universe, I would have made this part of it differently.