For those of you who came here as a result of a search for "Morrel Mushrooms":
This is a page about the guys who make them. We don't have any on this page! I believe they grow in the woods. This is a computer. You will have to turn off your machine and go outside to find them.
Help us! We need a home.
We used to live in the woods in an old tree trunk, but someone built a condo there, and now we have nowhere to go. We used to spend our days in the woods taking care of some of the " less fine" points of nature. Unlike those frilly little girls with their fancy wings, we work in the dirt. Actually, we make the dirt, and mold, and various types of fungus and such. Maybe you've heard of Morrell Mushrooms? That's our work! But mostly, we just gather twigs & branches & dead leaves & such, pile them up, & jump up & down on them untill they turn into new soil.
But where we used to live is all covered in this hard grey stuff, kind of like rock. And big, noisy machines come around & eat all the grass. There are no twigs or branches. There aren't even any trees! So now we have no place to work, & the work must be done, or soon there will be no dirt!
We would also like to apolagize for our untoward appearance, as Whitefire made us take a bath before she would let us on her page.
As a rule, Ash usually deals with whatever is left behind after a forest fire, turning pieces of burnt wood and ashes into new soil. But since fires are rare, he also works with dried out things, and, on ocasion, dead stuff. |
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Muck spends most of his time down by the river, gathering up slimey, gooey stuff and dead things, and stomping them into the dirt to make (you guessed it) muck, that smelly brown stuff that lies at the rivers edge. |
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| Ud's job is a little less pleasant. He spends most of his time with the things that are a little too slimey or foul to be muck, or dirt. Like the fuzzy grey stuff that grows on the bottom of dead logs, or that gooey stuff that runs down the trunks of old trees. | ![]() |
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(These faeries are in desprate need of a place to live. If you have a wood pile, or make a vegatable garden that's a little over-ripe, they could sure use a hand. The need is so great in fact, that whoever adopts these guys need not link back to this page. If you want a certificate, use the one below, but a link back to here is optional. We don't need the credit. We're just trying to help!)
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