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“They’re the competition, remember. Any of you dare to let me down and there’ll be
consequences
,” he hissed threateningly. The sheep huddled together, trembling.
    â€œBaaa! He’s a big bully, just like
The Terminator
was,” Ginger bleated. “Riffraff, indeed! Wait till the competition. We’ll show him.”
    â€œSho-o-ow hi-i-im,” the other sheep agreed.
    â€œStill, I feel a bit sorry for them,” Shelley admitted. “I mean, if they lose...”
    Lewie felt sorry for them too, but feelings were running high in his own camp. The lambs were getting overexcited again. So he gathered the whole flock around him for a little chat, to try to settle their nerves and keep them focused.
    â€œYou’re all so talented … and hardworking … and absolutely
brilliant
,” Lewie told them, “but in the end, it’s not about winning, it’s about doing the best you can. We’re a team that always pulls together. Look what we achieved last time when we stood together, in the face of terrible odds,” he said, referring to the night of the coyote attack. The sheep and lambs nodded. Recalling that night made them feel much more powerful.
    â€œSing us a song, Lewie,” some of the sheep suggested.
    â€œDo us a dance,” begged the lambs.
    Lewie happily entertained his flock until one by one they settled down to sleep. As he lay down himself, he pretended not to hear the mean remarks the other Guard Llamas were making.
    â€œ
Singing
!
Dancing
! Never seen the likes of it!”
    â€œEmbarrassing exhibition!”
    â€œThat llama deserves a dishonourable discharge,” brayed Wellington.
    Lewie ignored them again.
Relax now
, he told himself.
With all our talent, what could possibly go wrong
?
    Sadly, the answer was –
plenty!
    Right now, not one but two of Lewie’s enemies were hatching their own plans to make sure that he and his flock would never win the
Best Guard Llama
prize.

    In a scruffy caravan, just outside the showground, Bolt and Dolt were eating hamburgers and drinking bottles of beer as they worked out a dirty-tricks campaign against Lewie, just in case they should need it.
    â€œCan’t take any chances. That’s what the boss said:
whatever it takes
,” mumbled Bolt, stuffing half a hamburger into his mouth as he spoke.

    â€œI could scare him off if I had to,” said Dolt, burping.
    â€œNo need, this plan’ll work. Even if his sheep win the obedience section, his lambs can’t win the agility prize if there ain’t no lambs left,” grinned Bolt, wolfing down the other half of his hamburger. “And that means no
Best Guard Llama
prize.”
    â€œFoolproof,” agreed Dolt.
    The two men burped at the same time, then laughed out loud at their own cleverness.

    Just one hundred metres from that caravan, Lewie’s other enemies, the coyotes, were returning to their temporary burrow. They’d been out on a recce, skulking around the showground, checking out the security, sizing up the Guard Llamas and scoring them out of ten.
    The coyotes still judged Hadrian their biggest challenge.
    â€œHe may not be as young as he used to be …” one said.
    â€œBut he’s still formidable,” the others agreed.
    With
The Terminator
gone, Hadrian was definitely top of the leader board with nine points. Blunderbuss and Wellington were well past their best. In fact, all the coyotes agreed that those two llamas were only worth seven points each. Nelson, with just one eye, was a complete joke now, scoring a puny four points. But the llama with the lowest score – with one point – was Lewie.
    The coyotes had been passing the animal pens, hidden in the shadows, just as Lewie started his song and dance numbers for his flock. They were still laughing about it. If there was one thing they all agreed upon, it was, without doubt, that Lewie was the most ridiculous, least scary