They called him Marvin the Fruit.
It wasn't (as most people thought when they were first introduced to him) some sort of old-fashioned slur. It was simply because Marvin loved fruit. He was always munching on something - an orange, an apple, a banana. Someone brought in a dragon fruit once and he was in raptures for days.
But today, in the supermarket, Marvin's gaze strayed to the mushrooms. Well, why not? He picked up a pack and placed them carefully into his trolley.
He just hoped his nickname didn't become Marvin the Vegetable. That really would be too much.
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