Building new pastures

Jubilee: What are you looking at?

Chloe: The two-legger is making more grass for me.

Jubilee, snorting: For YOU?

Chloe: Yes. Who else?

Jubilee, rolling her eyes: How do you know it's doing that?

Chloe: See the poles and the wire stuff? Just like this place here. It means new grass.

Jubilee, looking: Huh.

Chloe: I'm going to wait here. I'm sure it will come and get me soon, so I can have my new grass.

Jubilee, turning away: Sure. You do that.

Clipping toenails the easy way

Ipo: What are you doing? That's my foot!

Percy: I'm not doing anything with your foot. Now hold still.

Ipo: Not you, the two-legger. It keeps grabbing my foot and making that snipping sound.

Percy: Who cares? Now hold still.

Ipo: How can I hold still if it keeps grabbing my feet?

Percy: Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate? Geez! It's bad enough that the two-legger is right here.

Ipo, standing up: Fine. Go practice orgling at someone else, then.

Better not mess with Georgia....

Percy: Oh! Georgia's cushed - I can jump on top of her and she'll never notice!

Percy gets closer to Georgia and prepares to make his move.

Georgia, threatening to spit over her shoulder: Don't even try it.

Percy jumps on top of Georgia from behind: Whee!

Georgia leaps to feet, turns in a flash and spits Percy full in the face: You should have listened to me, you little punk!

Percy, spitting back: Hey! Who are you calling a punk?

Georgia, infuriated, continues to spit at Percy while at the same time batting his head down to the ground with her chin.

Percy: Ow! That hurts!

Percy: Hey! Cut it out! Owww!!

Percy, as he finally gets away and runs to the other end of the pasture: Yeooooowwwwwww!!!!!

Weaning a reluctant alpaca

Del: How come Mommy's on the other side of the fence?? Hey! Mommy!! I'm over here!

Donovan: She's not paying attention. She's with my mom eating that grass over there. Hey, Mom!

Del: Mommy? I don't like it here by myself! How come I can't get to her?

Donovan: You're not by yourself, silly. I'm right here. And so is Chloe and Percy.

Del: That doesn't count. Mommy!!!

Donovan: Hrmph.

Little ones growing up

Del: How come Ipo's on that side of the fence?

Donovan: Don't know. Too bad, I liked playing with her.

Del: Yeah! Remember the other day when you, me and Percy all jumped on top of her? That was fun!

Donovan: Yep. The two-leggers put her on the other side of the fence after that. Wonder why?

Del, sighing: Yeah. Oh, well. We can always jump on top of Percy, I suppose.

Lost

Chloe: Hey. Hey! What's happening?

Georgia, sniffing at Chloe: Oh, dear.

Chloe: What? What is it?

Georgia: You'll be fine. It happens sometimes.

Chloe: What? What happens?

Georgia, sniffing at the ground: This.

Chloe: Oh. Oh! Oh....

Georgia: You'll be fine. Now get lost.

Chloe, walking away: I'm going to eat over here. But only because I want to.

Momma's boy

Percy and Del are wrestling out in the pasture.

Percy: You're a momma's boy!

Del: Am not!

Percy: Are too!

Del: Am not!

Percy: You are! You always run to your mommy when you get scared!

Del: Do not!

Percy: Del, Sindre's looking at you!

Del, as he runs to mom: Ack!! Mommy!!

Chatting over the fence

Ipo: Hi, Drake! Hi! Whatcha doing? Huh? How's that grass?

Drake: Go away and leave me alone, snot.

Ipo: Ha-ha. You're funny, Drake! You're always saying that. So whatcha doing, huh?

Drake, narrowing his eyes: Go. Away. Now.

Ipo: Oh, come on! Be nice! I'm just making conversation! Uh, eat any good grass, lately?

Drake charges the fence, ears flat, spitting and hissing at Ipo.

Ipo, her tail flipped over her back and her neck arched towards the ground: Ha-ha. Ok, Drake. I'll just go over there. Ha-ha. Nice talking to you . . . .

Let it snow!

Percy, looking up: What is THAT?

Donovan: I don't know. Never seen it before. But it's on your back.

Percy: Get it off!

Del: Ha-ha-ha!

Donovan: It's on your back too, Del.

Del: Get it off!

Percy, inspecting Del's back: It's wet. And cold. Ewww!

Del: Get it off!

Donovan, peering at Percy: It's kind of pretty. Makes your back look white.

Del: Get it off!

Percy, looking up again: When will it stop, do you think?

Donovan, looking up: Don't know.

Del: Get it off!!

Humming at the gate for their supper

Donovan: Humm....I'm hungry!

Ipo: Hummm....I'm hungrier!

Del: Hummmm....Let me in! I'm hungry, too!

Donovan: Hummmmmm....please feed me!

Georgia: Hummmmmmmmm....everyone out of my way - you know I go first!

Helping to scoop poop

Del: What are you doing?

Del: Why are you raking that stuff up?

Del: Can I help?



Del: I want to play with it!

Del: What are you doing?

Del: Why are you putting THAT in THERE?

Del: Can you move? I have to go again!

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 . . . .

Pellets, anyone?

Jubilee, on alert: I think a two-legger is coming...

Chloe raises her head quickly: Really? Do you think it will give us pellets?

Jubilee: Is that all you ever think about?

Chloe: No, of course not! Sometimes I think about hay!