Lui Fuck Yew and his lame ass stupid mushroom story.
Lui Tuck Yew
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Last edited April 30, 2011
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The story of tall trees and wild mushrooms
This takes place in a tiny village. A prosperous, hamonious, safe place surrounded by many larger villages. A beautiful place renowned for its variety of tall trees. Over the years, the residents have developed a special relationship with the trees.
One morning, residents woke up to find that many wild mushrooms had sprouted. They were of different shapes, sizes and solours; blue, red yellow, pink.
Many wondered at this strange phenomenon. A wise grandfather explained that this happens once every 5 years and almost all of them would last only about a month.
Occasionally, some would reappear within the 5 years, but it was rare.
The phenomenon this year was especially unusual. The grandfather said that some yellow ones turned pink. They appeared in the field around us, disappeared and then the same ones re-appeared at the field to the west.
The blue ones clustered closely together and only dispersed slowly, a few days ago. The residents were curious but the blue mushrooms seemed to shy away from contact.
Some residents wondered if the mushrooms were ay good and suggested that because they looked so pretty, we ought to clear away some trees to allow more space for the mushrooms to grow.
The grandfather explained that some mushrooms were poisonous. However, it was best to avoid the mushrooms altogether as they stunted development and retarded growth.
The trees were special. Over the years, its shade had protected the village from the intense heat and it helped shelter the village from many storms and crises which had affected other villages badly.
There was one particular tree that had stood for more than fifty years that was especially beloved by the elders. Many visitors from far and near came to admire this tree and the many other tall trees that stood alongside it.
The trees produced good fruit of many different types. It had done so for many years. After the terrible storms in 2009, the harvest was especially plentiful the following year. The growth was exceptional and all the residents had a larger share than usual.
The good harvest only came about because the residents loved and cared for the trees. They protected and nurtured the young saplings as they matured into tall trees. They worked hard all year round to tend the fruit as it slowly ripened.
