IF: Trail or: Esau Watches Smoke As He Contemplates His Mortality

He slumped dejectedly on the small pub stool as his eyes traced the sweet trail of cigar smoke as it drifted to the sky. Alas, Esau the Donkey had landed himself in a pickle once again. In his enthusiasm, he bet Carl the Bear that he could quit smoking in one week if Carl could just overcome his vices and finally give up ice cream.

 Regrettably, it would no longer be trails of smoke that marked Esau's passage, but trails of regret. Esau was no quitter.

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