Liz just asked me for a story, and I made up a mushroom that rides a bicycle solving people's problems. I then said, everybody has a story from mushroom on a bike, and asked her for one:
Liz: One day the bike mushroom found a cute path in the woods. It was a mysterious path and he got lost.
Me: Then what happened?
Liz: That's the end, we never saw him again.
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