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The story of my pet, Ralpf at six months old
The persons posing with Ralpf is in no way associated with Ralpf and the contents of this website. They are used only as effects and to give the relative height of Ralpf.
Ralpf turns six months old and is apparently and an adult as manifested in the showing of tiny buds shown here in the axil of the leaves and at the tip of the stem. Now, here is the problem. Is Ralpf a male or a female. let's assume it's neither, then that would make it a Hermophrodite. If it's a female, (what the hell do I know about weed?) then The real name would be Ralpfette, but we'll stick to Ralpf for short. (Just like Joanna shortened to Joe. Ralpfette has too many syllables)
Ralpf is never lonely as there's always various forms of entertainment. Usually in the form of Tv which shows beautiful movies or, a music system which blasts music ranging from Pop, R&B, Blues, Reggae, Slow Jams, Calypso among others.
But, movies and music are not all the entertainment that Ralpf gets. He enjoys a good pose with guests when they drop by as shown here. Posing with Ralph are, Mr.and Ms. D who just love him to death. Ms D, always talked softly to him as she fondles his leaves with the gentleness of her soft feminine touch. Sometimes I actually felt a glimmer of pleasant jealousness.
Why couldn't I be a frigging ganja tree? I often wondered.
Mr D is one hundred and eighty five (185) centimeters (approximately six feet) tall. Ms D. is one hundred and fifty (150) centimeters (four feet and eleven inches) tall.
So you can imagine how tall Ralpf is.
Nothing could be better than a smiling face and warm,
healthy embrace for Ralpf.
And when he's not smoosing with strangers he's, basking in the sun and dancing in the wind just as he did when he was a toddler to "tales from the vienna woods", only this time, he is doing the "funky chickin" to the beat of James Brown's "Sex machine".
Now, when all is said and done, it is now time for ralpf to say good night as he stands in his flower pot on the balcony and stares into the moon-lit skies, wathching the twinkling stars and gently falls asleep.
Can a plant dream? I wonder what ralpf is dreaming about.
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