You’re walking through the woods on a crisp, late October afternoon, smelling the sharp scent of decaying leaves and listening to the dry rustle of beech leaves in the breeze. You decide to take a break, sit on an old stump, munch an apple and observe this amazing world…but, what is that reaching up next ...
It just wants to touch your rusty spoons.
Ew! Hubert Cumberdale, you taste like soot and poo!