We stuck our little hand in the fridge to grab a yogurt and heard a “pssst” from the fruit drawer: a shivery strawberry, rocking a cling-film scarf.

We go, “What’s up, cutie, why the panic face?” And she whispers, “Because Sir Mold has arrived… creeping in from the corners, dead silent, like he owns the fridge.” We tell her, “Then tell him we run things around here.” And the strawberry goes, “Yeah, yeah… but I’m scared, this one’s not here to chat, he’s here to spread.”

Magikito moral: what grows quietly usually does it because nobody’s watching. Today, if something gives you a weird vibe, open the door and check before that “pssst” turns into “BAM!”.