When the mf cuts off a chunk of mushroom, the fragrance is of grass, tree, sky, sun, dirt, planet. He inhales appreciatively. Technically, he is not a full-fledged mushroom farmer at this point; more like an apprentice. Still, we are going to call him the mf because it’s just more fun.
Oh silly mf. He could easily be doing the dance of the fulfilled right now!
The mf’s go-to ethical rule of thumb is that we don’t have to repair the entire world, but we have to do our part.
Is the mf doing his part?