"It was cold and early when I met Alf to go mushie picking. Alf began looking. "It's the pine mulch scattered by the council that makes this a good spot," he said. "There," he said, pointing: "blue meanies." The blue bruising was the all-clear signal, he explained, and deposited them in a paper bag. Alf continued picking while joggers and cyclists passed, until one shouted "mushies!" Then we moved along."Gold Tops and Blue Meanies![]()
I named my blue Colossal Blue Meanie.