scampered up the tree with curiosity getting the better of him. The koala, whose name was Koby, passed the joint to the lizard, whose name turned out to be Larry.
Larry had never seen a koala smoking a joint before, and it was undoubtedly a peculiar sight in the Australian bush. As they both took a toke, the smoke rings lazily floated away, mingling with the eucalyptus-scented air. The high-pitched laughter of Koby echoed through the trees, and Larry couldn’t help but join in. They found themselves bonding over their shared love of adventure and the occasional herbal indulgence.
Koby, it turned out, had a knack for storytelling. He regaled Larry with tales of his tree-climbing escapades and how he had once entered a “koala surfing” competition, a sport he had invented himself. Larry was captivated by Koby’s adventurous spirit and zest for life. In return, Larry shared stories of his own adventures in the vast, sunburned landscapes of the outback, including his daring escape from a curious wedge-tailed eagle.