Pacing the Fence

Sindre: Where are they? I can smell 'em.

Donovan: What's HE doing?

Del: Don't know.

Percy: Maybe I should go bite his knees.

Donovan: I don't see why he's going back and forth like that. He can't get out.

Sindre: Where are they? Where'd they go?

Del: He keeps asking where they are.

Donovan: Who?

Percy: I should go bite his knees. Or maybe pin his neck to the ground. Yeah . . .

Del: Don't know.

Sindre: I can smell 'em. I know they're there. Where are they? Why can't I see them? I should be able to see 'em.

Donovan: He's so weird. I'm not going to be like that when I get older.

Cria Just Wanna Have Fun

Ipo: Why are you following me around all the time?

Anna: Because you're fun! . . . . Oh, ok. Cuz you don't spit at me like everyone else does. Much.

Ipo: Georgia doesn't spit at you.

Anna: That's cuz she's my mom! Why does she spit at you all the time?

Ipo: I don't think she likes me.

Anna: Oh. I like you! Wanna play?

Ipo: Naw, I want to eat some more.

Anna: That's no fun. Let's play!

Sun Bathing Alpacas

Anna: Ahhhhh . . . the sun feels good, Mommy . . . .

Georgia: Mmmm.

Anna: This is the life! Isn't this grand, Mommy?

Georgia: Mmmm.

Anna: It's so nice and warm . . . ::yawn::

Georgia: Mmmm.

Feeding Time?

Georgia: Get out of my way.

Chloe: You always get in first. It's my turn.

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: What's going on?

Chloe: The two-legger's here. Means we get pellets!

Georgia: Get out of my way!

Chloe: Ipo, if you're not going to block Georgia, just get out of the way!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: Don't you guys remember? We already got our pellets today.

Chloe: Shhhh!! Not so loud, it'll hear you!

Georgia: Quiet, Ipo! Now get out of my way!!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: But we already ate. I don't think the two-legger will feed us again.

Chloe: Will you be quiet??

Georgia: Get out of my way!!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: But--

Georgia, Chloe & Jubilee: IPO, SHUT UP!!

Ipo: All right, all right. Gosh, what a bunch of grumps.

Eating Hay

Anna: Oh, yum! That looks good, Mommy. I want some.

Georgia: There's plenty. Tell me which bin you want, and I'll make the others leave so you can have it.

Anna, nibbling the hay hanging out of Georgia's mouth: I want yours, Mommy.

Georgia: But it's half-chewed . . . . Are you sure you don't want me to get Chloe out of the big bin? I haven't spit at her at all this afternoon. She's due.

Anna: Naw. This is good. Thanks, Mommy!

Georgia, eyeing Chloe: All right. Let me know if you change your mind, little one.

Play Time

Anna: Hi! What's your name?

Ipo: Brat... er, I mean, Ipo. They just call me Brat. They don't really mean it, though.

Anna: Uh-huh. Wanna play?

Ipo: You're too little.

Anna: Am not! I'm almost as big as you!

Ipo: No, you're not.

Anna steps back a few paces and runs smack into Ipo, who doesn't budge.

Ipo: Uh . . . what'd you do that for?

Anna, picking herself up off the ground: See? I told you I'm not too little! Let's play!