Various, Astounding Stories, April, 1931
“ At last we stepped off in a little rocky clearing. The forest of brilliant mushrooms rose about us, great fleshy stalks of gold and graceful fringes of black and scarlet about them, with flattened heads of purple.We started eagerly across toward the fungoid forest. I had visions of tearing off great pieces of soft, golden flesh and filling my aching stomach with it.We were stopped by a sharp, poignantly eager human cry.A human being, a girl, darted from among the mushroom stalks and ran across to us. ”
