With Diane's permission, I'm stretching the idea of trash to treasure as I am neither creative nor crafty, so please bear with me. I'm offering what some people may think is TRASH and hopefully, after you've inspected, you'll agree that it's TREASURE.
A group of country friends from the church wanted to get together on a regular basis to socialize and play games. The lady of the house was to prepare and serve the meal.
When it came time for Al and Janet to be the hosts, Janet, who is a crafty type, wanted to outdo all the others. She decided to have mushroom-smothered steak, but since mushrooms are expensive, she told her husband, "No mushrooms. They are too high."
He said, "Why don't you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There are plenty in the creek bed."
She said, "No, some wild mushrooms are poisonous."
He said, "Well, I see varmints eating them, and they're okay."
So, Janet decided to give it a try. She picked a bunch, washed, sliced, and diced them for her smothered steaks. Then she went out on the back porch and gave Ole Spot (the yard dog) a double hand full.
Ole Spot ate every bite. All morning long, Janet watched Ole Spot, and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them.
The meal was a great success. Janet had talked a lady from town into helping her serve. The lady even had on a white apron and a fancy little cap on her head.
After everyone had finished, they relaxed, socialized, and played Phase Ten and Mexican train dominoes. About then, the helper lady, came in and whispered in Janet's ear, "Ole Spot just died."
Janet tried not to lose control. She excused herself and called the doctor to report what happened.
The doctor said, "That's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quick as possible. We'll give everyone enemas and we will pump out everyone's stomach. Everything will be fine. Just keep them calm."
Soon they could hear the siren as the ambulance was coming down the road. The EMTs and the doctor had their suitcases, syringes, and a stomach pump. One by one, they took each person into the bathroom, gave them an enema, and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, "I think everything will be fine now." Then he left.
They were all looking pretty weak sitting around the living room, and about this time, the helper lady came in and said, "You know, that fellow that ran over Ole Spot never even stopped!"
Now, I ask you, were those mushrooms TRASH or TREASURE?