Friday Fictioneer post. 🙂
“There’s Mushrooms in the soup. I’ve disguised a few in the salad, so No picking them out. I’m talking to you, Jerome. We have mushroom and chicken pie for mains. There’s even some left over for tomorrow to have lightly fried with bacon and eggs.”
Nate furrowed his brow. There had been no mushrooms in the shopping.
“Mum, where did you get the mushrooms?”
“They were growing wild behind the barn.” Nate dropped his fork. This would be fun to watch but he decided to move his farm further away from sight.