As a fairy, Sakura had an unfortunate work history: she started off as the Cherry Blossom Fairy; but she overtested the elixir on herself and became sleepy herself instead of giving humans Spring Fever. After other false starts, she become the Fruitcake Fairy, and turned a tidy profit by lacing those inedible products with alcohol despite her not being over 21 at that time. When she and other fairies were pink slipped, they worked as ronin cheerleaders, making a go of it for a while.
And, she was rumored to be in control of the lighting at the recent Super Bowl; but the real culprit was voodoo! That is for true! It seems that the N.F.L. did not get sufficient goofus dust or John the Conquerer or other gris-gris to handle a major spectator event. As for the minature dolls, they were re-branded as minature Forty-Niner or Ravens players and sold to rebid fans. Even practitioners of the voodoo arts know modern business techniques.
Anyway, Sakura temporarily got a job on the wait staff of a restaurant that specialized in hot wings, but she found the clientele to be ungenteel. As a matter of fact, the guys could be rambunctous.
So she meandered over to St. Tammany Parish where it's always 4:20 and she became a herb gardener. Apparently, Sakura was in her metier: having transparent wings was not out of place there where the Honey Island Swamp Monster also roams! Her cilantro grew tall in the early Spring, and it was followed by oregano, lavender, sweet basil, chives, rosemary, mint, parsley, a cornicopia of herbal crops to delight the discriminating palate! She noticed that some of her prime customers seemed to be unconventional herb lovers, especially for her oregano. In questioning one of them further, it seemed that they were cutting their own product, marijuana, with oregano. (They make a nice additive to brownies or fudge, too: see Alice B. Toklas brownies in Wikipedia.)
As someone said after trying some: "You're doing a heckuva job, Brownie!"
This miffed her, to say the least. Sakura believed strongly in pure products and wanted no part of pot-adulterating. She was a strong believer in the Sixth Commandment (the Seventh, for some Protestants). So she decided to take countermeasures.
Now St. Tammany Parish is easy shipping distance to New Orleans and Biloxi, and she soon developed a fine product widely known as St. Tammany Scented Gold. Funny thing: she was finally able to spread widespread drowsiness to humans; but they also developed an incredible sense of the munchies. Those leftover whiskey-laced fruitcakes camme in handy. For others, Fritos would do in a pinch.
Never underestimate the power of a good fairy. But especially a slightly bad fairy!
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