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Kind

Survivor

Red Spore

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Hasn't a care in the world.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'll keep a little light in my pocket.

Don't eat the spores Woby, a mushtree might grow in your stomach!

The bugs in my pocket might like some light.

At least they brighten things up a bit.

I hope it doesn't start growing in there.

Something that pretty must taste good, right?

How precious.

At peace, benevolent flame spirit.

I'll direct this light where I please.

Magical red, and yet it holds no power of use to me.

I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.

Our favorite color! Red!

If we stare at it we'll turn to stone!

Its life is short, but beautiful.

So many have perished. But this one is safe.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A bright red carrier of genetic information.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.

It's like floating fire!

It feels flammable.

I've breathed in worse stuff at work.

Never hurts to have extra light.

Is tiny red bug?

I make it my pet.

A floating red pinecone!

One day this might be a tree.

So cute!

Coochy-coo!

Dazzling!

My beautiful spores.

Floaty!

My floaty fluff now!

BIOLOGICAL AIR POLLUTION

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