Story #1 by Viruswitch:
"Thats how it works. You place your hand over his head, say the magic mantra and incarnate as a lama instantly." Those were the last human words that would have echoed in his ears. He always wanted to be a lama and now he was determined to go through with his plan. He wanted to be able to look at the world with eyes half-closed and seize the absolute power! He dreamt of a confidence and superiority his increadible spitting-abilities would gift him! He would love to surpise unsuspected tourists and they wouldn't even know where it hit them from.
But as he placed his hand over the lama's head, all the joys of being a man slowly abondoned him, the faces he had known melted away and suddenly disappeared. He was not himself anymore and all his desires, including the lama-incarnation, faded away.Fearing to loose every piece of human emotion he ever possessed, he run away swearing never to touch a lama again.
Story #2 by Young At Heart in San Diego
Neil and Ingrid were nearing the end of their good times together. From the beginning, it had always been only about sex for him, and that would have been good enough for her if not for his insensitive and crass sense of humor. He always went overboard with the bestiality jokes, and today was the last straw. During what she hoped would be a pleasant hike in the Andes, they had happened upon a llama only to have Neil stroke its fur and make suggestive comments about unmentionable behavior between the three of them. Undoubtedly it was time to teach him a lesson in sensitivity. But what to do? Suddenly a strange voice in her head intoned: “Don’t worry, chica, we have a solution for boys such as these.” She had no sooner received this telepathic communication before she realized that Neil had not moved. His eyes had gone all glassy and a thin line of drool had begun to fall from his mouth. “Go ahead with your walk and enjoy this fine day” the llama again spoke without sound inside Ingrid’s head. “The flock and I will take care of him until you return”.
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I ll keep wondering whether that was a lama after all. :))
You're off to a great start! To the fading man: Turn away and run down the mountain before it is too late!
But maybe he will start running and notice that he is already a lama. If that's not a lama, it should be.
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That was an unexpected twist to this story: A "lama" is a holy man, and a "llama" is the large goat-like animal. Both live in the mountains, coincidentally. The things we do in pursuit of holiness may make us warm but smelly.
Good thing this was not an alpaca. :-D
:) I am curious how this will develope! I hope there will participate more people in this project. Young at Heart where are you :))??
I didnt know that lama can also be written as llama but I just looked it up in the dictionary. Alpaca? Seems its a type of lama too!
Thank you Indie and Virus for inviting me! Sorry I didn’t check my email this weekend. Today is my birthday! I just got back from celebrating all weekend at the beach, and now I really should be going to bed to rest up for going back to work after a week off, but I’m going to add my story first. My apologies if it’s a little too crazy…I’ve had way too much fun this weekend!
Neil and Ingrid were nearing the end of their good times together. From the beginning, it had always been only about sex for him, and that would have been good enough for her if not for his insensitive and crass sense of humor. He always went overboard with the bestiality jokes, and today was the last straw. During what she hoped would be a pleasant hike in the Andes, they had happened upon a llama only to have Neil stroke its fur and make suggestive comments about unmentionable behavior between the three of them. Undoubtedly it was time to teach him a lesson in sensitivity. But what to do? Suddenly a strange voice in her head intoned: “Don’t worry, chica, we have a solution for boys such as these.” She had no sooner received this telepathic communication before she realized that Neil had not moved. His eyes had gone all glassy and a thin line of drool had begun to fall from his mouth. “Go ahead with your walk and enjoy this fine day” the llama again spoke without sound inside Ingrid’s head. “The flock and I will take care of him until you return”.
Hi, via Indie's place.
I have always liked llamas. Now, I'm not so sure.
Young at Heart: Wow, what a story! Never underestimate the "lesser" beasts. Happy Birthday, and hey, this is more your blog than mine? You guys are just letting me tag a long.
Virus, awesome Job geting this started! Please get my email from Indie and contact me...I'd love to keep this going.
Hi Young at Heart and belated happy birthday! I just saw this after emailing you. I d love to exchange ideas about this blog.
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