They want cookies
It’s beautiful here
Those blue flowers are really pretty
I haven’t seen anyone,
not even a cow,
for over an hour
Me either
Just forest and meadows
Woof woof woof
Woof woof woof woof
Woof woof
Dogs
They sound a bit aggressive
I’m not sure they’re going to let us pass
Woof woof woof
Woof woof woof woof
Woof woof
I think you’re right
They want cookies,
said a voice
from the other side of the trees
Do we have any cookies left?
A few
And so the wanderers took the cookies
out of their bag
and fed them to the dogs
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They’ve quietened down
I think they liked them
I liked them too
Yeah,
they were pretty good cookies
Let’s see what’s on the other side
And so the wanderers,
having made friends with the dogs,
continued on their way
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Welcome
to Café Way,
said the owner
Hello
You have a lot of dogs
Sixteen at the moment
And they like to bark
They’re all barkaholics,
but that’s fine with me
This is a rather selective café
Not many people know about it,
even fewer find it,
and of those who do,
only some get past the dogs
Only if they happen to have cookies
That’s right
or something else
that the dogs sense is worthy of this space,
like a gentle nature
I leave it them to decide
who gets in
Have a seat
Seeing no tables or chairs,
the wanderers made themselves comfortable
on the lawn
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This a great place for a café
It’s gorgeous here
That guy has been gone for a while
Maybe he went to get a menu
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The owner returned,
sat down on the lawn,
and began to roll a joint
What kind of food do you serve here?
None
Do you have anything to drink?
There’s a spring over there by the apple tree
So the wanderers got up,
walked over to the spring
and had a drink
Mmm,
this water is good
It’s delicious
Well worth the walk up here
We should come here again
And bring some food with us
And cookies
Yeah
They returned to their place on the lawn,
accepted an offered joint
and smoked in silence
for a while
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The dogs began to bark,
heralding the arrival
of a chillum baba
Namaste, Babaji
Namaste
Namaste
Namaste
The chillum baba took a place on the lawn
and began to prepare a chillum
Some cows are coming
They’ve come to mow the lawn
And so the chillum went around
while the cows
mowed the lawn
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One of the wanderers reached into his bag,
took out a mouth harp
and began to play
The other wanderer took a harmonica
out of his pocket
and joined the jam
The owner went and got his guitar,
the chillum baba began to sing
and soon they were all making music
together
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It’ll be dark in a while,
said the owner
You best get back to the village before the bears come out
Thank you
for the delicious water
and for creating this wonderful space
Thank you
for visiting
Come again
And then the wanderers began to walk
back to the village,
picking wild strawberries along the way,
and the chillum baba headed back
to his cave
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