Inanity

In the pre-dawn mist the five small mushrooms crept up the grassy hill towards the mighty rock on top. The rock was a very wise rock and had spent many summers with the old trees at the bottom of the hill. The trees knew of many things the rock did not know such as sugar in the stars and moon dirt in the water. The mushrooms, who were to small to talk to the trees went to the rock to find out about the moon dirt water.