There are legends in the ancient city of Ayutthaya that speak of mystical, wandering spirits, but none as peculiar as the tale of Mr. Boon and the Fire Stix. In the heart of the historical ruins, there lies a quaint little plant nursery, brimming with lush ferns, delicate orchids, and the occasional water lily. Mr. Boon, a jovial old man with a heart as green as the leaves he tended, owned this little nursery by the pond.
The pond, inhabited by water monitors, was always bustling with activity. Their sinuous forms slid through the water, creating ripples that shimmered in the sunlight. On that sweltering day, however, the restless creatures had retreated into the shadows under the lily pads, leaving the pond eerily still.
As was his routine, Mr. Boon spent his afternoons smoking a joint by the pond, soaking in the tranquility and enjoying the symphony of nature. One could hardly imagine a life more peaceful than his.
On that fateful day, some old and new friends, including The Lady From Ayutthaya, meandered into Mr. Boon’s nursery, equally captivated by the vibrant flora and the delightful sight of Mr. Boon puffing away on a phat hand rolled joint with a smile as bright as the noonday sun.
Curiosity piqued, The Lady From Ayutthaya made her way to him, carrying a freshly prepared FireStix Pre Roll in hand.
As she approached, a faint glint danced in Mr. Boon’s eyes, and perhaps sensing a kindred spirit, he jovially beckoned The Lady From Ayutthaya to join him. With a courteous nod, she offered the generous old man a hit from her FireStix Pre Roll.
The moment Mr. Boon took that first puff, something miraculous occurred. His once droopy eyes widened in disbelief, and with a mix of awe and delight, he let his own joint slip from his fingers and fall onto the soil beneath him. Clutching the FireStix Pre Roll tightly, he took hit after hit, overcome by a joy he had never known before.
The Lady From Ayutthaya, amused by Mr. Boon’s reaction silently took their leave, leaving the old man to relish the extraordinary gift she had bestowed upon him.
As time went on, travelers from far and wide would visit Mr. Boon’s nursery not just for the plants, but to catch a glimpse of the enchanted old man and hear the story of the FireStix Pre Roll. Some would even bring their own pre rolls as offerings, curious to see if Mr. Boon’s enchantment would persist.
Yet, despite the many gifts, nothing ever came close to that first FireStix Pre Roll.