The Llama In Me Short Story

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The Llama in Me Moo! Bang! Bang! Once again a moo followed by a bang! Hearing this I walked closer to the noise. I look out upon my surroundings to see some new cows in previously empty stables. I also see my owner, the farmer, and his son playing with something black, shiny, metallic, and the culprit to this new unfamiliar sound. I was afraid so kept my distance, but tried to get as close as possible for a better view. From there, I stood watching and listening. The production of noise from the son’s thing suddenly stopped, he turned to his dad and asked for more caps, but his dad replied saying sorry, we are all out. So, the farmer went to get his keys, got in his truck with his son, and left to get more caps. Shortly after they …show more content…

He, of course loved trying, but was not that great of a milker. After having enough milk to feel accomplished, they returned inside for breakfast. I climbed out of my barbed wire fenced field, once again ready to go talk to my fellow farm animals, but mainly I went to see my new acquaintances, the cows. As I went to them, I didn’t care if they would understand me. I started boasting about how nice and groomed and handsome I looked. I claimed how I was more ready compared to usual to go to my next show and how I have not looked better in a very long time. However, before I could finish with my conversation, I heard the house’s front door open, then close. From my current position, I could not see the house, but I still ran back to my area, beginning to climb over the fence. As I was climbing, Jeff jumped out and shot his cap gun at me, scaring me. Before I go on, this is sad and the reason I wrote this short story to explain why I cannot compete in the next llama show. Ok, as he shot, I jumped into the air. When I returned to the ramp I was on, I slipped off and got stuck in the barbed wire fence. From there I waited as Jeff ran inside and told his mom and dad about the accident. Tom ran to see what Jeff told him to see me stuck. He ran back and when came Carol and Jeff were with him and Tom having scissors. From that point, I realized I had made a mistake because my fur was gone. After about 45 minutes, I was tired, scratched up, and cold without my fur, but I was free. It took about 3 months to grow back my fur and by that point, Tom didn’t need to take me to shows for money because the cows were making enough money for him, Carol, and Jeff. Since they didn’t need the money and since my winning streak was over, due to my lack of participation, they didn’t take me as often. I became sad and depressed because I liked going.

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