The old sandwich sat aging on the countertop. A week had gone by since Agnes Butterngnunt left it there, distracted by a wily cat that beckoned her to come peruse its wares. By now, the microflora presumed Agnes long gone and began taking over the sandwich.
Purple and green splotches spread over the sandwich's surface and soon fruited various mushrooms and growths. They shot from the sandwich with explosive force, and began covering the kitchen, then the rest of the dwelling. After another week, the entire house had transformed from a modest chateau, to an ostentatious chanteaurelle, and didn't it know it.
Purple and green splotches spread over the sandwich's surface and soon fruited various mushrooms and growths. They shot from the sandwich with explosive force, and began covering the kitchen, then the rest of the dwelling. After another week, the entire house had transformed from a modest chateau, to an ostentatious chanteaurelle, and didn't it know it.
Large Cassie at the top wafted up, then flapped down, launching the structure up into the air. Then with graceful and spore-ridden flaps, it flew off into the distance, without any remark as to where it was going or why.
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