Her milk crate  in hand she strolled out to the street for no reason in-particular other than to stand upon her soap box again, she did like the extra foot in height the crate gave her even if was for only a moment.  She flicked her cigarette as she decided this spot was as a good any to drop the crate.

Clatter clatter bang it fell to the ground she watched it for a moment  clattering about then moved it around nonchalantly to a position she could stand on.  As was her custom she hoped onto the top of the crate she then took a slow drag off of her cigarette as she watched the people mill around.  

She took another long draw off of cigarette then spoke clearly .

Two Eskimos were sitting in a kayak they got chilly and lit a fire in the craft,... it sank.

Proving once and for all you can't have your  kayak and heat it too.

Also there is rumor of a high Monkey running loose, Beware he carries large amounts of homegrown on him.

The monkey was as usual sitting in his favorite tree smoking his homegrown, the lizard crawled up  the tree and the monkey said ,"hey man wanna join me?" The lizard replied " sure dude , your smoke is always the bomb." After smoking for several hours the lizard smacks his non existent lizard lips," man I am thirsty Ill be back." The lizard crawled down the tree  through the forest and to the river , while getting a drink he fell in. An alligator happened to be nearby and helped the lizard back to the shore.  Spitting and sputtering the lizard thanked the alligator." thanks man, I was just trying to get a drink I was up in monkeys tree getting high."  The alligator smiled," and you fell in you little fool. Is monkey still in his tree? " Lizard told him last he knew he was and the alligator went to monkeys tree.  The alligator through the forest and to the tree.   The alligator yelled  up the base of the tree " hey monkey , got any more of that weed. " Monkey looked down the tree and saw the large reptile,his mouth dropped open and his joint fell from his mouth  as he asked," what the fuck you drink the  whole river man?"

amaranth flicked her cigarette before she  placed it back in her mouth as she hoped off her crate. She picked up the crate and walked off to find the nearest hash house.

Hisoka had been nearby the streets as he witnessed a young gal enter out into the road without looking, holding a crate of milk as she hoped on top of her soapbox. To his surprise she raises up the crate before letting it go, as it drops to the ground his eyes light up seeing something about to break. As it shatters into the ground small fragments of glass fly across the pavement, gallons of milk begin to spew out of the bottles.

Starring at the wasted milk lying across the street he begins to lick his lips having wished to sample some before it was dropped. His eyes curiously raise as he begins to listen to the gal speak about Eskimos and animals smoking weed. His eyes twinges as he wonders if it was some sort of joke or if she was smoking whatever weed those animals she spoke of were.

Shrugging his shoulders he starts to laugh as he walks off having wished to also get to try some of that home grown weed.