Crazy mushrooms sit in a group. Like old men, they crochet with colorful threads and the room is full of crocheted things.

Still tangled in yarn and haunted by overly aggressive grandmas, the mushrooms barely escaped the crochet carnage... only to be flung onto a freezing rink mid-game. Surrounded by flying pucks, sliding bruisers and referees who clearly hate fungi, can they survive the chaos of "hockey" or just get body-checked into next week?

I love it 💖