In the magical made up scene unfolding before us, we find our furry heroes in the Fuzzerfluff Forest. There was William Burton the bunny, Felicia Phillips the fox, and lagging behind was Wesly the weasel (who was looking quite lost).
“What’s up with Wes?” asked Billy in a whisper. “He’s been acting strange since he went to see his older sister.”
“I know what you mean” Felicia agreed “he’s all spacey and silly and keeps muttering about weeds. I just wish he’d tell us, ya know, open up..” Billy nodded and concurred with a “Yup.” Wesley however, who was still trailing behind, was gurgling out coughs in a way it would disgust to define. When his friends looked back to see if he was choking to their shock and dismay it seemed there friend had picked up smoking while he was away.
“What are you doing!?” cried Billy “Are you mad?! Haven’t you seen all the proof that smoking is bad?!”
“Relahahahax” Wesley said with a laugh, as if he’d been joking. Then after a few puffs more he added “I’m only toking.”
“Oh, you smoke pot.” Pondered Felicia out loud. “So that’s what all the weedy talk was. And this new odd jolly way that you seem to buzz.”
Billy interrupted, so paniced his eyes twitched like bugs. “I can’t believe you’re doing drugs! DRUGS! What happened to making our parents proud, drugs are bad and are obviously NOT allowed because…because..?” he trailed off..
“You wanna try some?” Wesley cut in with a cough. To which his friends replied respectively with “sure” and “fuck off”.
“Wait what?” Said Billy aghast “Of all the people who’d want to try narcotics Felicia I thought you’d be the last.”Felicia sighed and rolled her eyes as Wesley snickered.
“Learn the facts Bill, all you know are lies!”Felicia nearly bickered “The government’s been totally wrong, and cannabis has been mostly harmless all along. Even doctors use pot, really, don’t be silly Bill, it’s no worse for you than a headache pill.”
“Say whaaaat?!” said Billy. Wesley just continued to laughed.
“You heard me!” quipped Felica with sass. “NObody NO where has ever died from grass!” With that she whipped around and just to prove her point took a lungfull of a rip off her friends joint.
Then she coughed.
And she gerroffed
She choked and she sputtered
She made such strange sound you’d have thought she’d grown udders.
And just as Billy began to worry
And Wesley grabbed his stash with plans to scurry- the strangest thing began to take place, a look of pure bliss spread over our foxy lady’s face.
“How… groovey!” She exclaimed
“I know right?” said Wes.
“It’s like life’s a movie, projecting into my head!” Felicia said sitting to rest. “You gotta try it man, it’s the best.”
Now Billy sighed and said “Umm how bout no? I think I’m just going to go instead, maybe take some nyquil to help get my stressed self to bed…”
At this point in our story it’s plain to see, that if you’re ignorant to your own hypocrisy and you happen to have buddies who get weedy it’s better to leave, or just be friendly and let those green loving buds smoke freely.
Partaking and Sharing in The Forest of Fuzzerfluff
Once upon a time…
in a forest infested with an ever present rhyme there were three oddly paired friends who saw each other all of the time. There was Billy Burton the Bunny who did nothing but good, Wesley The Weasel who could only do the things he never should, and Felicia Phillips the fox who would ho hum and haw until all possible outcomes had been understood.
One day this fox weasel and hare were talking about the ways they all share. Billy of course says “Share and share alike!” Which is all well and good until you go ahead and share something you really like- like say your new carrot powered baby bunny bike, thats not built for Weasels but he’s your friend so, whatever right? But when they finally return it, the sight was a sad unrecognizable carrot powered fright. Certainly Billy’s lending method isn’t always the most bright. Wesley, surprisingly, would never share. Not his games or his bike, his food or how to do dance moves, not his toys or new grooves, not directions, or even fresh rhymes, certainly not his affection and time least of all ever to prove he that cared. Pretty soon, it’s safe to assume, that sharing tactic will take you to the lonely luxury of a friend free toy room. Now Felicia had a different approach if and when the subject of lending was broached. When sharing she would write down who had what without exception and made it explicitly clearly spoken that trust (like bunny bikes) could be broken and that she would be paying attention.
This seems like the logical spot to stop and mention that if making (and keeping) friends is your intention it’s important to learn boundaries and to be aware that best friends (fuzzy or human) know how to share.