Where the Wild Brains Grow

Here's One For the Kids

Following my map of vellum it was deep in Cerebellum Wood that I found the wild brain again. I knew I could because the wild brain said I should, for it is telepathic and all that that implies (although sometimes I surmise that its thought waves are merely telling lies.)
“Pick me up I’m bored,” the wild brain implored, “Take me home I’d like to live in the skull of a garden gnome.”
“Oh I can think of a much finer head in which you can reside instead.” I said. “A veritable cranial Club Med.”
But my oh my just then there came a rasping cry from a tuft nearby.
“No! Don’t go! Don’t leave.” Pleaded an acorn and a leaf.
“You should stay here and dwell among us because you are really just a bit of moldy fungus ... and no wild brain at all.”
On hearing that - oh drat! - my hobnailed boot went 'splat' and crushed the wild brain pancake flat - I don't like vegetation that talks out of its hat.
The end.

And so children, the moral of this story is: Nature is icky.

(Although there is no visible water in this photograph, readers can rest assured that it was taken on the footpath by the river.)

Comments

[Bleak Mouse]

I am glad that this was taken near the water. I would hate to think of you taking up a "healthy pastime," and beginning to post pictures of the swan boats and The Freedom Trail.

Do you think it possible that different human organs might trace their evolutionary descent through entirely different species? The idea of the human brain evolving from the fungus (perhaps by way of the cauliflower) has much to recommend it, especially in certain human subjects.

Carry on, biological freethinker!

[Andraste]

It's an allegory! The fungus-brain is a free-thinker and the acorn and leaf are the sheep-like masses, envious of its intelligence and fearful of progress. Excellent!

[Andraste]

Oh, and before I forget, your foot is the church.

[DarkoV]

Stephenesque,
Your photographic skills are almost aligned with your extraordinary personality. How can I tell? Why, it seems the wild brain glowed with pride when you took its picture. Or was that orange soda you spilled in its cracks, setting up another shot to dupe us into thinking all of your photos were au natural?

[stephenesque]

That's actually real color. The fungus was that weird salmon color.

[Fcb]

I am a brain of very little bear.

Judging by the lack of any motion blur in your photograph, I'd say you found a dead one, Steph? Living brains pulse and throb, and make strange tremuloharmonicon sounds.

Whooooo.

Like that.