Visitors

Jubilee: Look, it's a bunch of two-leggers.

Chloe: Think they have pellets? I'm sure they do. Why else would they be here?

Ipo: It's Dad!!

Jubilee: Huh?

Ipo: You know - Dad! It used to feed me pellets back home. Dad! I'm over here! Look at me!

Chloe: They aren't here for you. Get a grip, snot.

Ipo: Are, too! Hi, Dad! Look how big I am now! Are you here to bring me home?

Georgia: Oh, brother.

Ipo: Dad? Where you going, Dad? Come back! Can I come back home with you? Dad??

Chloe, sighing: Dang, no pellets.

Ipo: ::sniffles::

The Alpaca Water Dance

Chloe: ::SQUEAL!!:: Oh! Oh! The two-legger has the wet squirter! OH!!

Ipo: Oh, that feels good! A little on my tummy, please!

Chloe: Move over! Ahhhhh....

Ipo: I wasn't done yet.

Chloe: Tough.

Georgia: Both of you, get out of the way.

Chloe, standing on her hind legs: Look at me! I can dance! HEY - don't shove!

Georgia: Well, move then. Ahhhh.....

Jubilee, peering from the back: May I have some, please? Pretty please?

Home is where the grass is

Drake: Ok, I'm done. Can I go home, now?

Sindre: Whydja waunna go ack air?

Drake: Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting.

Sindre snorts.

Drake stands at the fence and looks across the driveway towards his old pasture: Wonder when the two-leggers are going to put me back? I liked it over there. I was closer to my harem.

Sindre snorts again. Drake glares at him.

Drake: Maybe they'll put me back later. Maybe I'll even get lucky and they'll leave YOU here.

Sindre mutters under his breath: No, I wouldn't get that lucky...

Grass envy

Georgia: Now that's just not right.

Jubilee sighs.

Chloe: Where are the boys going? They're not going to my grass, are they??

Ipo: What's going on? Why are you guys all standing at the fence?

Georgia: What are those two-leggers thinking? How DARE they!

Jubilee sighs.

Chloe: That's MY grass! Why are the boys getting it?? That's not fair!! It's MINE!!!

Ipo: What's happening? What are you guys looking at?

Georgia: I can't believe it. I think I'm going to have to spit on somebody.

Jubilee sighs and moves away from Georgia.

Chloe: But it's MY grass! MINE!!

Ipo: Hey, that's Drake! Hi, Drake! Where ya going? And Sindre! Hi, Sindre!!

Georgia: Ipo, shut up! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Jubilee sighs and turns away from the fence.

Chloe: All my precious grass... wasted on BOYS....

Ipo, rubbing spit off her face: Ewww....

The new pasture

Sindre: I hate this thing on my face!

Drake: Why is the two-legger tugging on me? I don't want to go out there.

Sindre: Ok, I'll go.

Drake: Back off! You're in my space!

Sindre: Ok, ok! Then you go!

Drake: Wonder where they're taking us. I hope they bring us back home soon. It's almost time for my mid-afternoon snack.

Sindre: Look! GRASS!

Drake: Let's get one thing straight. If they're taking us to the grass, it's mine.

Sindre: Oh, sure. Whatever you say. Wow, it's a whole new place. With LOTS of grass! Wheee!!

Drake: Mine. Remember that.