Mushroom picking

One day, the wind and the sun, the spring water beats a happy rhythm, the birds sing a moving song. The little white rabbit brought a basket of mothers to the forest to pick mushrooms. The birds and flowers in the forest are alive and well. Sitting in front of the white rabbit, it will pick a flower, smell the faint floral fragrance, and chase the butterfly dancing in the flowers. Suddenly, I don’t know what to attract the white rabbit’s line of sight, so that he could not bear to leave for a long time. Hey, it turned out to be a mushroom in a red spotted dress, and the little white rabbit was going to pick it up with joy. The rabbit mother quickly waved and said: "You must not pick it!" "Why can't you pick it?" The little rabbit asked. Mother Rabbit said: "These are poisonous mushrooms. If you eat them, you will get sick." The little white rabbit wondered: "The mushrooms we eat often can be harvested. If the color and shape of the mushrooms are different from what we used to eat, That can be careful, can not be casually collected." Rabbit mother said with a strong heart, "If you take it, you can't eat it, understand?" The little white rabbit nodded and said, "Understood." Then, the little white rabbit according to the mother Said, step by step.

The sun was on the west, and the little white rabbit and mother took a basket full of mushrooms and went home happily.

Grade 5: Missing sleep