-Alpaca Stud-
"He has an amazing lineage. His grandfather was Caligula."
Once we learned that Alpacas only make those quiet bleats when stressed, I regretted intruding on the farm. Set baby-talked to the bleating Alpacas near the gate, but the tall and silent one with the dark fleece never took his large eyes off me. Three-quarters of his top incisors popped from his overbite, and he stood impossibly still the entire time we were there.
It was my idea to continue up the drive, but I soon regretted that, too. The shop is open on weekends, but the shop is also a private home. We didn't have much money.
Still, the farmer answered my questions with the rehearsed delivery of a child reusing an older sibling's book report. Set baby-talked some more at the faun-like alpaca identified as less than a week of age. "Are there toy alpacas?" She asked.
The farmer's script sputtered and died. "Toys? You mean stuffed animals?"
"No, miniatures."
He seemed offended that she would even ask, and she would later purchase some $1.00 postcards as penance. The farmer rallied at the appearance of a largest member of the family Camelidae, a pure white quadriped behemoth turning the corner of the barn. Among these placid animals, he seemed powerful, boring baleful alpha-maleism into every object on which his roving eyes rested.
"That's our prize stud." The farmer said with sweaty admiration, taking off his hat and mopping his pate with a rag. "He has an amazing lineage. His grandfather was Caligula."
Once we learned that Alpacas only make those quiet bleats when stressed, I regretted intruding on the farm. Set baby-talked to the bleating Alpacas near the gate, but the tall and silent one with the dark fleece never took his large eyes off me. Three-quarters of his top incisors popped from his overbite, and he stood impossibly still the entire time we were there.
It was my idea to continue up the drive, but I soon regretted that, too. The shop is open on weekends, but the shop is also a private home. We didn't have much money.
Still, the farmer answered my questions with the rehearsed delivery of a child reusing an older sibling's book report. Set baby-talked some more at the faun-like alpaca identified as less than a week of age. "Are there toy alpacas?" She asked.
The farmer's script sputtered and died. "Toys? You mean stuffed animals?"
"No, miniatures."
He seemed offended that she would even ask, and she would later purchase some $1.00 postcards as penance. The farmer rallied at the appearance of a largest member of the family Camelidae, a pure white quadriped behemoth turning the corner of the barn. Among these placid animals, he seemed powerful, boring baleful alpha-maleism into every object on which his roving eyes rested.
"That's our prize stud." The farmer said with sweaty admiration, taking off his hat and mopping his pate with a rag. "He has an amazing lineage. His grandfather was Caligula."
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