they want cookies

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


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

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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to Café Way,
said the owner

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?


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

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


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




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

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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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