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Every day I went to the farm with the hope of gathering mushrooms for a delicious meal I had planned to cook to welcome my husband from work.
Finally, after one week, I set out for the farm with the hope of plucking some mushrooms for the delicious dinner to welcome him as it was his favourite.
From afar, I spotted a red hat sitting deceptively and lonely in the place the mushrooms I had expected were supposed to sit pretty on.
I had planned to cook a delicious meal to welcome my husband home and not some poisonous meal that was going to send him and me to the hospital I said to myself as I walked back home dejectedly.