Once there was a mushroom in a forest hidden from sun light and all other life. All life was astute towards the tiny mushroom, until one day the ground below him moved a couple of inches. After that day nothing was the same the once was little vulnerable mushroom was now one hundred little mushrooms he was multiplying, this was the start of his world domination. The spores in his little mushroom body was producing a type of poison that was reaching outside of his body spreading from tree to bush from bush to bug and from bug to leaf. The mushroom was evolving he could now think like something with a brain, his next move was to spread his poison to the watering hole to eliminate all competition. In which it worked it killed all other animals and plants in the forest, at this point there was no forest just decaying tree's.
There was one issue that would become a big problem for the little mushroom, humans. They have way more intelligence than the wild animals of the forest. The mushroom needed to have a figment of imagination, he decided to spread his roots around a tree and grab a sharp branch and dangle it from above a tree. Then he would spread his spores in an area below the sharp branch in a derogatory way. The humans were coming and this was the little mushrooms chance to strike, but the humans were in bulldozers and they started clearing all of the decayed tree's running over almost all of the mushrooms. The little mushroom was the last one standing in a open field with the remains of his slaughtered brothers and sisters all around him, he had no choice but to live the rest of his life under ground where it is dark and cold.
