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.
My story was essentially someone asking him to deliver a present to their wife and the mushroom says no, so I thought I'd set the bar low. Who knew Liz would go both under and over the bar by so much.