Drenching alpacas

Ipo, whining: I can't believe it! First, the two-legger put me in the pen with the two boys. Ick!

Chloe just stares at Ipo.

Ipo: Then, the two-legger caught me! And I couldn't get away! But that's not all!

Chloe goes back to grazing.

Ipo: Wait, it gets worse! Not only did the two-legger hold my head still, but then this gross, icky, smelly, blechy-tasting STUFF got squirted in my mouth! And worst of all, the two-legger wouldn't give me my pellets until I swallowed all of it!

Ipo shudders delicately as Chloe continues to graze.

Ipo: I don't know if I like it here. Obviously these two-leggers just don't understand us. Don't they know they're supposed to leave us alone? Except for pellets of course. Which we don't get nearly enough of, I might add.

Chloe looks up at Ipo, shakes her head and walks away.

Ipo, muttering and following after Chloe: Mean old two-leggers . . . .