An Early Spring Conversation with Fungus

I said: It's still the gross part of spring, where everything is damp and matted and crumbly, yet here you sit like a princess in ruffles. You are fungus; isn't fungus supposed to be gross too?

She said: But if I can choose beauty, why wouldn't I choose to be beautiful? The damp environment around me, that you call gross, is part of what allows me to be beautiful. You too have the power to choose beauty no matter - and very often because of - your circumstances.