In the dim forests of Bavaria, a young German boy wandered, heedless of warnings. "No, little German boy! Don't go to the weed cave!" cried his frantic mother. But alas, he stumbled upon it, eyes wide in horror. "Oh mein Gott, zees is ein cave full of blüntsmoken!" he exclaimed, disappearing into a cloud of herbal haze, never to be seen without red eyes again