Smoking Caterpillar Inc

I felt an anxiety attack approach, as I was Perched on my mushroom. So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope, with my hookah ready to consume. As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair, I felt the unease dissipate. As a large smoke ring went into the air, my nervousness finally took a break. Low and behold to my surprise, I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic. What followed him I could not believe my eyes, a girl chasing him, with eyes crazed and frantic. I caught her attention, as the rabbit made a liberating flee. She stopped at the foot of my mushroom, clueless and carefree. The absolute nerve of this child! Can't she see I'm in a self-medicating fog? She must not get me riled So I decided to ask who she was. She told me she had forgotten, had no notion; but knew who she was before she got here. It was because her height changed after sipping a potion, making her feel unsure, absorbed with fear. She said I would feel the same, once I escaped my chrysalis. When I get my wings, my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice. I told her not at all, I knew this for a fact My form will not change my mind; it will stay intact. She got boiling mad at my response, I expressed her temper was unnecessary. I went back smoking with an air of nonchalance, Keeping my demeanor arbitrary. I decided I would use her for my amusement, making her cite a poem, she butchered in half. I kept puffing away, trying to smoke out her nuisance. blowing passive aggressive fumes, with each paragraph. The visit was cut short when she insulted my size As I walked away I left her some good advice I told her to eat a mushroom to get back to her height. Then I left with a bruised ego, clutching my hookah pipe.