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The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 6
Ghost pumpkin seedlings looked down on the mf from vegetable heaven. They shook their first true leaves and called him names.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 5
Isn’t it funny how the mf, alone among humankind, ignores the answers that are right in front of him.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 4
“I do my best,” he protested. “I try hard.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “But you don’t know what you’re doing.”
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 3
The first words that come to mind when reporting on the mf and his 7th period’s tofu-and-broccoli stir-fry lesson are: “OH THE JOY.”
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 2
The mf thinks, “It’s okay, this will teach them that science is built on failure.” However, this is not a history of science class. It’s an ELD class, where you’re supposed to be building well-defined skills such as supporting a claim with details.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Three, Chapter 1
You could look at the side garden as a cornucopia; you could also look at it as a mess. The mf thinks of this as versatility while also worrying if he will ever be a serious farmer. I personally think it is good for him to do a bit of worrying as a sort of vaccine.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 8
The mf held onto a one percent hope that beneath the shriveling brown strips of banana tree bark, he would find the lost city of Atlantis as represented by a thriving colony of Champagne Oyster mushrooms
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 7
I can see him now, the last lingering emanations of sunset fading, faded; the mf still out in the wayback of the yard, getting repeated facefuls of chicken wing while struggling to secure the temporary coop.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 6
For years the raised beds have been a dismal gray dusty failure zone, inhospitable to carrot, beet, potato; acrimonious to buckwheat, oat, alfalfa.