GERMINATING THE MAGIC BEANS
Oh no... What to do now..... we have all these beans and do not know what to do. Cannamama says, "don't f*ck this up!" Cannapapa knows she meant some serious sh*t and that you listen to Cannamama.

He remembers what the Guyute said, "ICMAG.com" "ICMAG.com" and straight to computer he goes, and sits, and sits, and sits, and sits.

"Oh, he is alive" says Cannamama as Cannapapa finally leaves his information terminal.

"Why don't you try that medicine he left and get inspired" she says. "In fact, you better bring it here and let me help you so you do not do it wrong."

Cannapapa grabbed the beautiful hand blown glass pipe the man had left with them and opened one of the small satchels of medicine. A powerful aroma of sweat skunk filled the air as he pulled apart the herb and packed it into the bowl. Cannamama did not like this herb stinking up her home, but had faith it would change their life.

As Cannapapa took his lighter and gently lit the pungent green herb creating the thickest and most potent medicine filled smoke one could imagine.


They smoked until their eyes got red, legs go t numb and body was relaxed. The stress was gone and the search engine worked at ICMAG.com and they were able to complete their task and germinate the magic beans.