Mushrooms, like brides, come in all shapes, colors, and sizes. As Marie and I trekked deeper into the forest, we beheld a virtual parade of mushrooms. There were mushrooms with red on the top and white on the underside and there were mushrooms with orange skin streaked with yellow. There were mushrooms that came singly and mushrooms that came in pairs as if they were promenading up the plank onto a great fungal Noah's ark.

Many beauties passed before our eyes but my sister and I were unsure if any of these potential brides, no matter how wonderful, were acceptable for Poison Pie, who, accepting dirt, has unpredictable and idiosyncratic tastes.