Blondie clearly wanted to continue her hosting role, but also wanted to grab some Fairy Dust. She began to dart to the desk but I waved for her to stop. “I'll get the Dust. You handle the social intercourse.”
Smiling, Thanks, she rushed after our guests and left me to do a little herb shopping. A mouth-watering arrangement of Mason jars completely absorbed my attention. Above the desk were three shelves, each one containing different strains of bunched, sticky, multi-shades of green, slap-yo-grandmammy buds of m*******a. “Hello there,” I greeted them.
I picked up a jar with a sticker on the front depicting a tiny blonde fairy waving a wand, magical sparkles issuing from it. Opened it with my muzzle stuck to the lid, inhaling like a fourteen year old huffing Whiteout. The anticipation bui
