If the heavens find thee upon the frayed ways of Toledo, heed these words. Venture heartily amid the tangled paths and belching factories until thee come upon the storied house of Mancy. 'Tis here I guide thee to rest thine beasts and fortify thine flesh.
Within the solid walls, thee shall find a comforting warm light and air fragrant with roasting meats. No finer a slice of beef shall thee enjoy or generous pour from the skin, but this, good pilgrim, is not from whence my bidding stems.
I beg thee order a dish of mushrooms--yes, that lowly fungus that grows beneath the cloak of night. Then cast thine eyes upwards, for the saucer of gilled fungi shall not be delivered unto thee upon the arm of the kitchen wench. The shingled roof shall indeed open to the starry sky and two glowing dots shall appear. As they descend, they shall be revealed as tiny fluttering cherubs on either side of a steaming saucer, which holds the finest marriage of wine and butter and earthy fruit thine lips shall ever know.
Spear one with your fork, good pilgrim. Crush the tender flesh betwixt tongue and roof of mouth. Now close thine eyes and let thine breath stream so slowly outward as thee savor pure divinity.
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