The Mountain Shrooms

In the center of the Rocky Mountains, there is a group of creatures called the Mountain Shrooms. The Mountain Shrooms absolutely love where they live. They love the peace and tranquility of the mountains and the beauty that surrounds them. 

The Mountain Shrooms have lived in the Rocky Mountains for centuries. They have chosen to make their homes in the most uninhabitable region of Canada. They have never been seen by a human eye and they have only seen one human in the entire time they have lived there.

The Mountain Shrooms were originally part of the Forest Shroom colony. While out exploring the countryside one day, some of the younger Shrooms came across the Rocky Mountains. They immediately fell in love with the place. This small group of Shrooms wanted nothing else but to live there. They knew it would mean leaving the Forest Shroom colony and starting out on their own. They also knew it would be a tough life for themselves but there was something about the mountains they just couldn’t resist.

The Forest Shrooms were sad to see the group of young ones leave but they could see a sparkle in their eyes they had never seen before. They knew there was nothing they could do to stop them from leaving.

The Forest Shrooms knew about the extreme weather conditions the newly formed Mountain Shrooms would encounter so, as a parting gift, they gave them a special gown made out of fur that would keep them warm.

While on their journey, they saw a mushroom situated quite high up, between two gigantic trees. They immediately decided that mushroom was to be their new home. The Mountain Shrooms settled into their new surroundings quite quickly.

The Mountain Shrooms were eternally grateful for their fur gowns as they were able to stay warm while they built their home. It was a difficult task for them because it was so cold outside at this time of the year. They had to stop every so often to warm up their tools and their hands because they were just too cold to work with. Eventually, their home was built. 

The Mountain Shrooms were very happy with everything they had accomplished. It was a beautiful sight inside the mushroom house. They had carved out several rooms and even built a beautiful brick fireplace in the center of the mushroom using clay they found at the edge of a glacial deposit. 

Living in the mountains was a dream come true for the Mountain Shrooms. They spent their time foraging and exploring in the nearby forest. Once the cold winter came, they would huddle inside their mushroom home to stay warm around the fireplace.

“Do you hear something?” asked a young Mountain Shroom, after he had helped clean up the kitchen, one evening. 

“I do,” said another Mountain Shroom. “At first, I thought it was just the wind but now it is starting to sound like something whimpering.”

The two Mountain Shrooms carefully opened the door to their mushroom, climbed up their ladder and stood on the roof. They looked down at the ground and saw what was making all the noise.

About 20 feet down, standing at the base of their tree, was the cutest little puppy the Mountain Shrooms had ever seen. The Mountain Shrooms quickly scurried down the tree as fast as they could, while not hurting themselves. It did end up taking them a few minutes as the Shrooms are only about an inch tall.

The puppy continued its whimpering until the Mountain Shrooms had reached the ground. When they finally did reach the ground, the puppy dropped a pebble at each of their feet.

“I think he wants to play,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said another. “It certainly appears that way.”

“We need to be careful though,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He could be wild and dangerous.”

The Mountain Shrooms had just finished saying that when the puppy came up to them and started licking their faces.

“Oh, I don’t think he is wild or dangerous,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“No,” said another. “Definitely not! He is cute, isn’t he? It does look like he wants to play with us and the pebbles.”

The Mountain Shrooms picked up the pebbles the puppy had dropped and threw them. The puppy was so happy, he’d wag his tail and bark each time he picked up a pebble and each time he dropped one at the Shrooms’ feet.

“Maybe we should name him Pebbles,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” agreed the other. “That is a good name for him.”

Pebbles kept dropping pebbles at the feet of the Shrooms. They would pick them up and throw them and he would bring them back. No matter what the Mountain Shrooms did, Pebbles stayed with them. They loved having him around because he would always warn them of any danger and let them know of good places to find food. He seemed to know the mountains very well.

The Mountain Shrooms loved their life because every day, they had the most beautiful view anyone had ever seen. They still have their breath taken away each time they stop and look around them. Unfortunately, the Mountain Shrooms were not immune from the actions of the humans. They have been noticing in the last few decades that the glaciers have been melting at unprecedented rates. This was very concerning to the Mountain Shrooms because the weather will be much more severe than it has ever been.

The Mountain Shrooms, just like all the Shrooms across Canada, knew about the prophecy that was fulfilled on June 27. They also knew, after the prophecy was fulfilled, they would need to find a human that could help them slow down the glacial melt. 

“The only human we have ever seen is the one that calls himself a tour guide,” said a Mountain Shroom. “Now that the prophecy has come to be, we need to seek the help of that tour guide.”

“We agree,” said another. “During our observations of him, we noticed he travels through this area only on nights with a full moon.”

“It is going to be a full moon tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom.

The Mountain Shrooms knew what had to be done next. They all dressed in their fur gowns and set out to meet up with the tour guide when he passed by them that evening.

Pebbles stood in front of the Mountain Shroom colony. He wagged his tail because he could sense something was going to happen.

“We should not take Pebbles with us to this meeting tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom. “We do not want him to get hurt.”

The young Shrooms agreed. Pebbles would be safer at home. 

A small group of Shrooms went to the mountaintop, where they knew the tour guide would be. They waited in silence for over an hour.

 “Here he comes,” said the Mountain Shroom, spotting the human.

The Shrooms stood hand-in-hand, right on the pathway the human was walking on.

“What have we here?” asked the human, who was startled by the sight of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We have come here to seek your help,” they explained.

“What could I possibly help you with?” asked the human, in an irritated voice. “I have walked every inch of these mountains for years and I have never seen you.”

“We are Mountain Shrooms,” they explained. “We have lived here for centuries.”

The Mountain Shrooms felt that their encounter with the human was not going as well as they expected it to. They knew they had to think of something else and quick. They couldn’t afford to have this human turn them down.

All of a sudden, Pebbles, who followed the Shrooms without their knowledge, came bounding out of the forest, jumped up and licked the humans face.

“Aren’t you just the cutest,” said the human, with a slight smile on his face.

The Mountain Shrooms knew they had made a breakthrough with the human. He seemed a bit friendlier and more receptive to the ideas of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We are sorry,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He follows us everywhere we go. We told him to stay home but he didn’t listen.”

“I don’t mind,” said the human. “I think he is adorable. So, you said you needed my help. How can I help you? My name is Trevor.”

“Trevor, we need to slow down the rate the glaciers are melting,” explained the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a very tall order to fill, “said Trevor. “I don’t know that I can help you with that.”

“You are a tour guide, right?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said Trevor. “I am.”

“How about bringing your clients here and educating them about the glaciers?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a great idea,” said Trevor. “That way, they will see the glacier first-hand and get a sense of how important the glacier is.”

Trevor worked alongside the Mountain Shrooms and together they came up with a plan for bringing clients into the mountains and educating them about the melting glaciers. They discussed the idea of having the Mountain Shrooms being part of the tour. Trevor felt people might get more out of it if they knew a whole colony would be at risk of extinction, if something wasn’t done.

In the center of the Rocky Mountains, there is a group of creatures called the Mountain Shrooms. The Mountain Shrooms absolutely love where they live. They love the peace and tranquility of the mountains and the beauty that surrounds them. 

The Mountain Shrooms have lived in the Rocky Mountains for centuries. They have chosen to make their homes in the most uninhabitable region of Canada. They have never been seen by a human eye and they have only seen one human in the entire time they have lived there.

The Mountain Shrooms were originally part of the Forest Shroom colony. While out exploring the countryside one day, some of the younger Shrooms came across the Rocky Mountains. They immediately fell in love with the place. This small group of Shrooms wanted nothing else but to live there. They knew it would mean leaving the Forest Shroom colony and starting out on their own. They also knew it would be a tough life for themselves but there was something about the mountains they just couldn’t resist.

The Forest Shrooms were sad to see the group of young ones leave but they could see a sparkle in their eyes they had never seen before. They knew there was nothing they could do to stop them from leaving.

The Forest Shrooms knew about the extreme weather conditions the newly formed Mountain Shrooms would encounter so, as a parting gift, they gave them a special gown made out of fur that would keep them warm.

While on their journey, they saw a mushroom situated quite high up, between two gigantic trees. They immediately decided that mushroom was to be their new home. The Mountain Shrooms settled into their new surroundings quite quickly.

The Mountain Shrooms were eternally grateful for their fur gowns as they were able to stay warm while they built their home. It was a difficult task for them because it was so cold outside at this time of the year. They had to stop every so often to warm up their tools and their hands because they were just too cold to work with. Eventually, their home was built. 

The Mountain Shrooms were very happy with everything they had accomplished. It was a beautiful sight inside the mushroom house. They had carved out several rooms and even built a beautiful brick fireplace in the center of the mushroom using clay they found at the edge of a glacial deposit. 

Living in the mountains was a dream come true for the Mountain Shrooms. They spent their time foraging and exploring in the nearby forest. Once the cold winter came, they would huddle inside their mushroom home to stay warm around the fireplace.

“Do you hear something?” asked a young Mountain Shroom, after he had helped clean up the kitchen, one evening. 

“I do,” said another Mountain Shroom. “At first, I thought it was just the wind but now it is starting to sound like something whimpering.”

The two Mountain Shrooms carefully opened the door to their mushroom, climbed up their ladder and stood on the roof. They looked down at the ground and saw what was making all the noise.

About 20 feet down, standing at the base of their tree, was the cutest little puppy the Mountain Shrooms had ever seen. The Mountain Shrooms quickly scurried down the tree as fast as they could, while not hurting themselves. It did end up taking them a few minutes as the Shrooms are only about an inch tall.

The puppy continued its whimpering until the Mountain Shrooms had reached the ground. When they finally did reach the ground, the puppy dropped a pebble at each of their feet.

“I think he wants to play,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said another. “It certainly appears that way.”

“We need to be careful though,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He could be wild and dangerous.”

The Mountain Shrooms had just finished saying that when the puppy came up to them and started licking their faces.

“Oh, I don’t think he is wild or dangerous,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“No,” said another. “Definitely not! He is cute, isn’t he? It does look like he wants to play with us and the pebbles.”

The Mountain Shrooms picked up the pebbles the puppy had dropped and threw them. The puppy was so happy, he’d wag his tail and bark each time he picked up a pebble and each time he dropped one at the Shrooms’ feet.

“Maybe we should name him Pebbles,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” agreed the other. “That is a good name for him.”

Pebbles kept dropping pebbles at the feet of the Shrooms. They would pick them up and throw them and he would bring them back. No matter what the Mountain Shrooms did, Pebbles stayed with them. They loved having him around because he would always warn them of any danger and let them know of good places to find food. He seemed to know the mountains very well.

The Mountain Shrooms loved their life because every day, they had the most beautiful view anyone had ever seen. They still have their breath taken away each time they stop and look around them. Unfortunately, the Mountain Shrooms were not immune from the actions of the humans. They have been noticing in the last few decades that the glaciers have been melting at unprecedented rates. This was very concerning to the Mountain Shrooms because the weather will be much more severe than it has ever been.

The Mountain Shrooms, just like all the Shrooms across Canada, knew about the prophecy that was fulfilled on June 27. They also knew, after the prophecy was fulfilled, they would need to find a human that could help them slow down the glacial melt. 

“The only human we have ever seen is the one that calls himself a tour guide,” said a Mountain Shroom. “Now that the prophecy has come to be, we need to seek the help of that tour guide.”

“We agree,” said another. “During our observations of him, we noticed he travels through this area only on nights with a full moon.”

“It is going to be a full moon tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom.

The Mountain Shrooms knew what had to be done next. They all dressed in their fur gowns and set out to meet up with the tour guide when he passed by them that evening.

Pebbles stood in front of the Mountain Shroom colony. He wagged his tail because he could sense something was going to happen.

“We should not take Pebbles with us to this meeting tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom. “We do not want him to get hurt.”

The young Shrooms agreed. Pebbles would be safer at home. 

A small group of Shrooms went to the mountaintop, where they knew the tour guide would be. They waited in silence for over an hour.

 “Here he comes,” said the Mountain Shroom, spotting the human.

The Shrooms stood hand-in-hand, right on the pathway the human was walking on.

“What have we here?” asked the human, who was startled by the sight of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We have come here to seek your help,” they explained.

“What could I possibly help you with?” asked the human, in an irritated voice. “I have walked every inch of these mountains for years and I have never seen you.”

“We are Mountain Shrooms,” they explained. “We have lived here for centuries.”

The Mountain Shrooms felt that their encounter with the human was not going as well as they expected it to. They knew they had to think of something else and quick. They couldn’t afford to have this human turn them down.

All of a sudden, Pebbles, who followed the Shrooms without their knowledge, came bounding out of the forest, jumped up and licked the humans face.

“Aren’t you just the cutest,” said the human, with a slight smile on his face.

The Mountain Shrooms knew they had made a breakthrough with the human. He seemed a bit friendlier and more receptive to the ideas of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We are sorry,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He follows us everywhere we go. We told him to stay home but he didn’t listen.”

“I don’t mind,” said the human. “I think he is adorable. So, you said you needed my help. How can I help you? My name is Trevor.”

“Trevor, we need to slow down the rate the glaciers are melting,” explained the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a very tall order to fill, “said Trevor. “I don’t know that I can help you with that.”

“You are a tour guide, right?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said Trevor. “I am.”

“How about bringing your clients here and educating them about the glaciers?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a great idea,” said Trevor. “That way, they will see the glacier first-hand and get a sense of how important the glacier is.”

Trevor worked alongside the Mountain Shrooms and together they came up with a plan for bringing clients into the mountains and educating them about the melting glaciers. They discussed the idea of having the Mountain Shrooms being part of the tour. Trevor felt people might get more out of it if they knew a whole colony would be at risk of extinction, if something wasn’t done.

In the center of the Rocky Mountains, there is a group of creatures called the Mountain Shrooms. The Mountain Shrooms absolutely love where they live. They love the peace and tranquility of the mountains and the beauty that surrounds them. 

The Mountain Shrooms have lived in the Rocky Mountains for centuries. They have chosen to make their homes in the most uninhabitable region of Canada. They have never been seen by a human eye and they have only seen one human in the entire time they have lived there.

The Mountain Shrooms were originally part of the Forest Shroom colony. While out exploring the countryside one day, some of the younger Shrooms came across the Rocky Mountains. They immediately fell in love with the place. This small group of Shrooms wanted nothing else but to live there. They knew it would mean leaving the Forest Shroom colony and starting out on their own. They also knew it would be a tough life for themselves but there was something about the mountains they just couldn’t resist.

The Forest Shrooms were sad to see the group of young ones leave but they could see a sparkle in their eyes they had never seen before. They knew there was nothing they could do to stop them from leaving.

The Forest Shrooms knew about the extreme weather conditions the newly formed Mountain Shrooms would encounter so, as a parting gift, they gave them a special gown made out of fur that would keep them warm.

While on their journey, they saw a mushroom situated quite high up, between two gigantic trees. They immediately decided that mushroom was to be their new home. The Mountain Shrooms settled into their new surroundings quite quickly.

The Mountain Shrooms were eternally grateful for their fur gowns as they were able to stay warm while they built their home. It was a difficult task for them because it was so cold outside at this time of the year. They had to stop every so often to warm up their tools and their hands because they were just too cold to work with. Eventually, their home was built. 

The Mountain Shrooms were very happy with everything they had accomplished. It was a beautiful sight inside the mushroom house. They had carved out several rooms and even built a beautiful brick fireplace in the center of the mushroom using clay they found at the edge of a glacial deposit. 

Living in the mountains was a dream come true for the Mountain Shrooms. They spent their time foraging and exploring in the nearby forest. Once the cold winter came, they would huddle inside their mushroom home to stay warm around the fireplace.

“Do you hear something?” asked a young Mountain Shroom, after he had helped clean up the kitchen, one evening. 

“I do,” said another Mountain Shroom. “At first, I thought it was just the wind but now it is starting to sound like something whimpering.”

The two Mountain Shrooms carefully opened the door to their mushroom, climbed up their ladder and stood on the roof. They looked down at the ground and saw what was making all the noise.

About 20 feet down, standing at the base of their tree, was the cutest little puppy the Mountain Shrooms had ever seen. The Mountain Shrooms quickly scurried down the tree as fast as they could, while not hurting themselves. It did end up taking them a few minutes as the Shrooms are only about an inch tall.

The puppy continued its whimpering until the Mountain Shrooms had reached the ground. When they finally did reach the ground, the puppy dropped a pebble at each of their feet.

“I think he wants to play,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said another. “It certainly appears that way.”

“We need to be careful though,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He could be wild and dangerous.”

The Mountain Shrooms had just finished saying that when the puppy came up to them and started licking their faces.

“Oh, I don’t think he is wild or dangerous,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“No,” said another. “Definitely not! He is cute, isn’t he? It does look like he wants to play with us and the pebbles.”

The Mountain Shrooms picked up the pebbles the puppy had dropped and threw them. The puppy was so happy, he’d wag his tail and bark each time he picked up a pebble and each time he dropped one at the Shrooms’ feet.

“Maybe we should name him Pebbles,” said the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” agreed the other. “That is a good name for him.”

Pebbles kept dropping pebbles at the feet of the Shrooms. They would pick them up and throw them and he would bring them back. No matter what the Mountain Shrooms did, Pebbles stayed with them. They loved having him around because he would always warn them of any danger and let them know of good places to find food. He seemed to know the mountains very well.

The Mountain Shrooms loved their life because every day, they had the most beautiful view anyone had ever seen. They still have their breath taken away each time they stop and look around them. Unfortunately, the Mountain Shrooms were not immune from the actions of the humans. They have been noticing in the last few decades that the glaciers have been melting at unprecedented rates. This was very concerning to the Mountain Shrooms because the weather will be much more severe than it has ever been.

The Mountain Shrooms, just like all the Shrooms across Canada, knew about the prophecy that was fulfilled on June 27. They also knew, after the prophecy was fulfilled, they would need to find a human that could help them slow down the glacial melt. 

“The only human we have ever seen is the one that calls himself a tour guide,” said a Mountain Shroom. “Now that the prophecy has come to be, we need to seek the help of that tour guide.”

“We agree,” said another. “During our observations of him, we noticed he travels through this area only on nights with a full moon.”

“It is going to be a full moon tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom.

The Mountain Shrooms knew what had to be done next. They all dressed in their fur gowns and set out to meet up with the tour guide when he passed by them that evening.

Pebbles stood in front of the Mountain Shroom colony. He wagged his tail because he could sense something was going to happen.

“We should not take Pebbles with us to this meeting tonight,” said the Mountain Shroom. “We do not want him to get hurt.”

The young Shrooms agreed. Pebbles would be safer at home. 

A small group of Shrooms went to the mountaintop, where they knew the tour guide would be. They waited in silence for over an hour.

 “Here he comes,” said the Mountain Shroom, spotting the human.

The Shrooms stood hand-in-hand, right on the pathway the human was walking on.

“What have we here?” asked the human, who was startled by the sight of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We have come here to seek your help,” they explained.

“What could I possibly help you with?” asked the human, in an irritated voice. “I have walked every inch of these mountains for years and I have never seen you.”

“We are Mountain Shrooms,” they explained. “We have lived here for centuries.”

The Mountain Shrooms felt that their encounter with the human was not going as well as they expected it to. They knew they had to think of something else and quick. They couldn’t afford to have this human turn them down.

All of a sudden, Pebbles, who followed the Shrooms without their knowledge, came bounding out of the forest, jumped up and licked the humans face.

“Aren’t you just the cutest,” said the human, with a slight smile on his face.

The Mountain Shrooms knew they had made a breakthrough with the human. He seemed a bit friendlier and more receptive to the ideas of the Mountain Shrooms.

“We are sorry,” said the Mountain Shroom. “He follows us everywhere we go. We told him to stay home but he didn’t listen.”

“I don’t mind,” said the human. “I think he is adorable. So, you said you needed my help. How can I help you? My name is Trevor.”

“Trevor, we need to slow down the rate the glaciers are melting,” explained the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a very tall order to fill, “said Trevor. “I don’t know that I can help you with that.”

“You are a tour guide, right?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“Yes,” said Trevor. “I am.”

“How about bringing your clients here and educating them about the glaciers?” asked the Mountain Shroom.

“That is a great idea,” said Trevor. “That way, they will see the glacier first-hand and get a sense of how important the glacier is.”

Trevor worked alongside the Mountain Shrooms and together they came up with a plan for bringing clients into the mountains and educating them about the melting glaciers. They discussed the idea of having the Mountain Shrooms being part of the tour. Trevor felt people might get more out of it if they knew a whole colony would be at risk of extinction, if something wasn’t done.

It appeared that, very slowly, the Shrooms saw a decrease in the glacier melt and they saw more people being aware of the situation and wanting to help in any way they could. The Mountain Shrooms were happy as they realized they couldn’t fix their situation with the glaciers immediately, but to them, a little progress goes a long way.


 

Moral of this Story:

  • It is always good to help out others in need.
  • Example: Trevor, a tour guide, helped the Mountain Shrooms by having his clients come to the mountains and see firsthand what is going on with the glaciers.

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