LoveToUSA

 The war moved further north, and we followed several days behind.  The landscape was an endless battlefield, and we passed over it like wildfire, picking the mushrooms that grew on the endless corpses.  The men on the frontlines would dine on flesh and meat, but the rest of the tribe managed with what we could.  By the time we arrived, the bodies were too rotten to be suitable food, but they were perfect fertilizer for the broad, meaty red caps.  Elanna told me that the enemy’s poisoned weapons dropped spores that grew into non-poison food stuff.   Elanna always knew stuff like that. She was eight then, and I twelve, but she often ha