"A cheerful, bouncing little mushroom walks into a bustling neighborhood bar, hops up onto a tall wooden stool, and confidently orders a tall glass of root beer. The gruff, serious-looking bartender crosses his arms, glares down at the tiny woodland creature, and says in a rough voice, Hey, we do not serve your kind in here. The little mushroom looks deeply offended, puts his hands on his hips, and shouts back at the bartender. Why not? Come on! I am a fun guy! Follow for more!"