I pick some tall mushrooms and dig in. Something doesn't feel right. My stomach turns, and I start sweating. I feel like I can't move! 

I hear voices, 

"Is that a kid? What! How could he have gotten in here?" 

"He must have eaten some of the medicinal ones, greedy little pig."

I slowly recover, but I'm not allowed to leave the cave. The man and his wife tell me it's for my own good; that the world outside is not fit to live in anymore. I live like a slave to them, working always under the man's eyes. A month into my captivity, I cut myself on an old chisel I was trying to hide in my clothes, and develop a bad infection. My spirit leaves the cave, but my body floats away through underwater rivers to the unknown.

I hope I'm smarter in my next life.