The Mystery of Pollock's Death

I don't know who started the story, but you know, the bloody letter I thought that was hilarious. Like a good sheep paw crawling to the mailbox and dying as he puts his bloody letter in his mailbox shoe. So I guess it was good for me. The mushrooms have a life of their own. To me, it's like the mushrooms came to me and they showed me something and they were away. And I left them.