Loved this! I wrote something to this, hope you enjoy.
“Olaf the Bear & the Smoldering Sibannac”
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He was a lone hermit, the most earnest, a home furnished From his work as a gnome surgeon he’d learned from his Lord Turin An old merchant, rather droll, dervish; solely took solace in soul searches His moral teachings helped bestow him with a stony composure and purpose Slippers on his feet, comfy, as a small pile of oaks burned in a coal furnace Headed out to the backyard patch to pick herbs when - Olaf saw smoke rising from the forest by the westward lake.. The bear reasoned, ‘if it’s a forest fire, it could potentially damage my precious grapes’ ‘There’s still time to try,‘ he sighed, eyed the skies, then devised a plan to investigate - Padding through the forest; sunshine upon his furry face, he arrived at the burning place To discover a massive willow, aromatic, smoldering, yet still flourishing Ripe with otherworldly looking vegetation, and ferns converged in a purple glaze At the suddenly strange scent his nose curved away in firm distaste But soon after inhaling for minutes - Olaf began to feel relaxed instead His eye color went from royal sapphire to flaxen red, like the ashes of an acrid cress ‘Could this be the fabled plant Subannac?’ he paused and considered, then cackled ‘yes!’ Grabbed a handful of this odorous leaf and lumbered back to his cabin steps There, he sat down with a glass of blackberry wine, stretched his back & slept Sapped of any nasty stress; it seemed after all this time he felt true warmth and happiness.. The next morning he munched on a snack and dressed - Scrolls of Elohim spread out, a mug of steaming joe, stir fried ant’lope hooves He slung jazz fireflies to the mountain winds from his banjo groove In a trance mode, smooth, he waltzed to dusty book shelf and plucked an edition: Written in Sanskrit hymns: “His Holy Ghan Jah’s Sacred Botanical Manuscripts” “YES, I FOUND IT!“ he cried aloud. “Sibannac - spelled backwards - is cannabis!’