Once upon a time in a land far away, a fellow named smilley looked in the bean cupboard and discovered his bean supply was dwindling. Upon breaking the news to his wife, they discussed this troubling information and decided to sleep on it overnight and make a decision of what to do in the morning.
Mrs smilley tossed and turned for hours but finally slipped into a fitful, magical dream. In this dream, a leprechaun appeared to her and promised her a pot of gold and some sage advice if the glass slipper he was carrying would fit her. While trying on the slipper, it cracked and shattered into a million pieces. This angered the leprechaun immensely and he threated to turn the beautiful woman into a piller of salt.
Not taking kindly to threats, Mrs smilley grabbed the little leprechaun by the throat and promised to remove his head from his body if he didn’t cough up the gold, pronto. Sadly, the leprechaun admitted he’d spent all the gold on shatter and hash but would still give her the sage advice if only she’d leave his head on. Being a kindly lady, Mrs smilley grudgingly agreed.
The leprechaun spoke “...go forth to the Seed Venders and ask for the OG Kush beans, top shelf only, this will solve your dilemma and soothe your dreams...” The leprechaun disappeared in a puff of smoke, never to be seen again.
When she awoke, Mrs smilley had her morning wake&bake and went to the garden with a shovel to dig up her secret stash of gold. Then, she remembered that her beloved smilley had used the last sack of gold to purchase a new led light for his secondary flowering room.
With nowhere else to turn, Mrs smilley marched into the hen house and demanded that the goose within produce a golden egg with which to purchase some OG beans. Having seen Mrs smilley in action before, the goose did her best. She squawked and grunted, clenched and squirmed untill finally, out squirted a tiny golden egg, about the size of the little chocolate ones you see at Easter.
Having satisfied Mrs smilley’s demand, the goose was given a pat on the head and an extra handful of forage. She lived on in peace for many years until she ended up as the main course on smilley's Christmas dinner table one winter. But, that's another story.
Later in the day, Mrs smilley presented the golden egg to her spouse saying “ go into town, my lover and fetch Mamma some nice kushy beans and don’t settle for lower end ones, make sure they’re top shelf only”. Smilley kissed his wife, lit his travelling bong and headed out on the arduous trek with golden egg in hand.
Along the way, smilley was approach by a wolfish looking fellow who asked him where he was off to. Smilley proudly showed the wolf his golden egg and said he was off to the Venders to buy some good, top shelf kush beans. Ogling the egg enviously the wolf scoffed and said “Kush? yuck, what you need son is magical sativa beans”. He explained the mystical power of these beans and their ability to transcend any previous high and bring the occasional user to the edge of madness. “for that golden egg, I would exchange you two magical beans.
As negotiating was one of smilley’s strengths, he said “My wife would angry with me if I returned with only two beans for this golden egg, it’s worth at least 4 magical seeds”. “Ahhh, your a shrewd fellow smilley, I should have known better than to make you such a low ball offer, you’ve got a deal” said the wolf. “Besides, your wife would be angry if she found out you turned down magic beans” he added. “I accept your offer...”. In the blink of an eye, the golden egg disappeared from smilley’s hand and in it’s place appeared 4 little beans. As they parted company, smilley asked, “what do I call these magic beans?” Laughing in the distance, the wolf replied “Z-A-M-A-L-D-E-L-I-C-A!!!”.
On his way back home, smilley imagined how proud Mrs smilley would be of him for making such good deal. He thought to himself, “someone’s getting lucky tonight and it ain’t that damned goose”. There was a spring to smilley’s step and a smile on his face.
Upon returning home he was immediately confronted by Mrs smilley who demanded “did you get the top shelf Kush beans?”. Proudly, smilley unclutched his hand revealing the 4 little beans and said “I did even better darlin’, I got these 4 magic sativa beans...”. Horrified, Mrs smilley slapped the beans out of smilley’s hand, “you numbskull smilley, you traded our only gold for 4 useless beans, I’ve a good mind to tear your head off” she said. And then she marched off in a tumult of curses.
As if by magic, the 4 little beans slapped from smilley’s hand each landed in a small 6 inch pot in the grow room. Amazed by this, and fearful of his wife’s wrath, smilley gave the beans a little water and prayed for a miracle.....
A couple of days later, the magic beans began to grow... which brings us to the present times.....
Will smilley be allowed to keep his head? Will the magic beans grow into monsters? How did the mystical goosed end up on the dinner table? For the answers to these questions and many more, Stay tuned.
Mrs smilley tossed and turned for hours but finally slipped into a fitful, magical dream. In this dream, a leprechaun appeared to her and promised her a pot of gold and some sage advice if the glass slipper he was carrying would fit her. While trying on the slipper, it cracked and shattered into a million pieces. This angered the leprechaun immensely and he threated to turn the beautiful woman into a piller of salt.
Not taking kindly to threats, Mrs smilley grabbed the little leprechaun by the throat and promised to remove his head from his body if he didn’t cough up the gold, pronto. Sadly, the leprechaun admitted he’d spent all the gold on shatter and hash but would still give her the sage advice if only she’d leave his head on. Being a kindly lady, Mrs smilley grudgingly agreed.
The leprechaun spoke “...go forth to the Seed Venders and ask for the OG Kush beans, top shelf only, this will solve your dilemma and soothe your dreams...” The leprechaun disappeared in a puff of smoke, never to be seen again.
When she awoke, Mrs smilley had her morning wake&bake and went to the garden with a shovel to dig up her secret stash of gold. Then, she remembered that her beloved smilley had used the last sack of gold to purchase a new led light for his secondary flowering room.
With nowhere else to turn, Mrs smilley marched into the hen house and demanded that the goose within produce a golden egg with which to purchase some OG beans. Having seen Mrs smilley in action before, the goose did her best. She squawked and grunted, clenched and squirmed untill finally, out squirted a tiny golden egg, about the size of the little chocolate ones you see at Easter.
Having satisfied Mrs smilley’s demand, the goose was given a pat on the head and an extra handful of forage. She lived on in peace for many years until she ended up as the main course on smilley's Christmas dinner table one winter. But, that's another story.
Later in the day, Mrs smilley presented the golden egg to her spouse saying “ go into town, my lover and fetch Mamma some nice kushy beans and don’t settle for lower end ones, make sure they’re top shelf only”. Smilley kissed his wife, lit his travelling bong and headed out on the arduous trek with golden egg in hand.
Along the way, smilley was approach by a wolfish looking fellow who asked him where he was off to. Smilley proudly showed the wolf his golden egg and said he was off to the Venders to buy some good, top shelf kush beans. Ogling the egg enviously the wolf scoffed and said “Kush? yuck, what you need son is magical sativa beans”. He explained the mystical power of these beans and their ability to transcend any previous high and bring the occasional user to the edge of madness. “for that golden egg, I would exchange you two magical beans.
As negotiating was one of smilley’s strengths, he said “My wife would angry with me if I returned with only two beans for this golden egg, it’s worth at least 4 magical seeds”. “Ahhh, your a shrewd fellow smilley, I should have known better than to make you such a low ball offer, you’ve got a deal” said the wolf. “Besides, your wife would be angry if she found out you turned down magic beans” he added. “I accept your offer...”. In the blink of an eye, the golden egg disappeared from smilley’s hand and in it’s place appeared 4 little beans. As they parted company, smilley asked, “what do I call these magic beans?” Laughing in the distance, the wolf replied “Z-A-M-A-L-D-E-L-I-C-A!!!”.
On his way back home, smilley imagined how proud Mrs smilley would be of him for making such good deal. He thought to himself, “someone’s getting lucky tonight and it ain’t that damned goose”. There was a spring to smilley’s step and a smile on his face.
Upon returning home he was immediately confronted by Mrs smilley who demanded “did you get the top shelf Kush beans?”. Proudly, smilley unclutched his hand revealing the 4 little beans and said “I did even better darlin’, I got these 4 magic sativa beans...”. Horrified, Mrs smilley slapped the beans out of smilley’s hand, “you numbskull smilley, you traded our only gold for 4 useless beans, I’ve a good mind to tear your head off” she said. And then she marched off in a tumult of curses.
As if by magic, the 4 little beans slapped from smilley’s hand each landed in a small 6 inch pot in the grow room. Amazed by this, and fearful of his wife’s wrath, smilley gave the beans a little water and prayed for a miracle.....
A couple of days later, the magic beans began to grow... which brings us to the present times.....
Will smilley be allowed to keep his head? Will the magic beans grow into monsters? How did the mystical goosed end up on the dinner table? For the answers to these questions and many more, Stay tuned.
nice when growing's a family affair! 
