When I fell down the rabbit hole, I had no idea that my tears would spawn a flourishing society - held together by the insatiable need for narcotics; specifically shrooms. Early in the development and planting stage of the queen’s garden, some drunken jungle folks with funny hats, and whose men wore dresses, soiled every tree in our great forest. We found it necessary to protect our borders from more raids by building forts to stop any more aggressive acts from those speech slurring baboons. As strong as our efforts were, we were not able to fortify quickly enough and our workers (perhaps persuaded by alcohol) left there projects. We haven't seen them or the escort that was with them since. It wasn't until an all out raid which landed by boat on our central coast did we understand the magnitude of our situation. Our trumpeters sounded their horns and all the woodland creatures that were able to wield a weapon answered the call and drove the bottle tippers back into the sea. Shortly thereafter their leader, "Armand" claimed that there was a miss understanding and that we looked like some "guys"... Being avid shroom addicts and not really sure of reality most of the time, we felt inclined to accept their apologies and begin a solid foundation for trade and commerce.
Since peace has come, many voices tell me that we should look to the seas and search for glory. We should have a message any day from the brave explores that search in the name of Wonderland!
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Shrooms aren't narcotics. Narcotics are defined as derivatives of the sap of the opium poppy; shrooms are a controlled substance, and a hallucinogen, but not a narcotic.
You know, because this kind of thing matters :P
Thanks for the clarification. Perhaps I should have stated "schedule 1" drug.
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