A large patch of the desert was finally free of mushrooms as they hid under the sand and began to process their meals.

Jay was glad that the lizards at least didn’t get a meal either. It seemed that both of these enemies hunted by scent, but it was their own reliance on the smells which were their undoing.

After a moment of silence, all the lizards went back to gathering fruit, and the desert was quiet once more, as if nothing ever happened. All the tracks were covered up by the shifting sands.