Why did the mushroom get invited to the party? Because he was a fun-gi.
Isn’t it funny that when you were a kid you wouldn’t touch a mushroom with a 10 foot pole because they looked all weird and gross, and now as an adult I’d pretty much go foraging in the woodlands to pick some random fungus to add “earthiness” to a dish, claiming it was delicious. Go figure. So the morel (see what I did there?) of the story is, kids are a pain in the arse. Oh, sorry, I meant don’t judge a book by its cover.