llama theyâd ever encountered.
âTaking his sheep would be almost
too
easy,â Clutterbuck declared.
âLike snatching candy from a baby,â Crazycoot said greedily.
It was soon decided â Lewieâs flock would be their first target. Theyâd clean out those lambs faster than you could blink!
Despite his determination to stay silent, Captain found himself saying, âYou shouldnât underestimate him, just because heâs young and new.â
This only brought more ridicule down on the old coyoteâs head. There was muttering about â⦠retiring him
off
â¦â and â⦠old coyotes losing their marbles â¦â so Captain said nothing more.
Captain was anxious not to encourage Cupcake. The minute the young cub had seen the lambs singing and dancing along with Lewie, heâd been hooked again. He was already trying to copy their moves. Captain chased the cub off to bed with some serious words about coyotes behaving like coyotes. He told the youngster sternly, â
Coyotes do not dance
.â
Privately, Captain was still puzzled about this odd llama, Lewie. In the face of a much bigger coyote attack, he would be interested to see which Lewie would choose this time â fight or flight.
Fortunately, Lewie was unaware of the two plots that threatened his hopes and dreams. But when Liberty appeared outside his pen later, he did confide in her that heâd taken a real dislike to Farmer Hardmanâs two workmen.
âI canât exactly explain it,â he told her. âItâs just a ⦠feeling.â
âYou and your imagination,â Liberty told him. âItâs probably nothing at all. Anyway, what can they possibly do to you?â
Later, Liberty would remember those words and regret them.
As Lewie was settling down to sleep, he heard Nelson whisper in the dark. The older llama wanted to know all about his sister Liberty, how she managed to escape and then return to her pen so easily. When he learned that she did it every day, Nelson was full of admiration â and envy.
âIf I could get out that easily Iâd never come back,â he told Lewie. âIâd find a nice quiet field somewhere, out in the middle of nowhere, and retire. They wouldnât see me for dust. It would be
Hasta la vista! Au revoir!
â
Lewie fell asleep with Nelsonâs soft, grumbling words drifting over his head.
he next day, Thursday, was the first day of the County Fair and the day Leo, Lamar, Latisha and Liberty would be competing. Lewie envied his brothers and sisters getting their events over so quickly, until he looked across to their pen and saw how anxious they all seemed.
It wasnât like Leo and Lamar or Latisha to be nervous. Their problem was usually an excess of confidence, but today anxiety was making them even more quarrelsome than usual.
âGive me some room,â Leo brayed loudly as he kicked out his legs, trying to warm up before his event â
Strongest Llama in Show
. It was a title Leo had held on to for three years. If he took it a fourth time, heâd surely be in the running for
Best Llama in Show
.
âI need room too!â honked Lamar, busily grooming himself. He was competing for
Most Handsome Llama
â naturally!
âYouâd need an aircraft hanger to swing that bottom around,â snorted Leo.
âTchhh! Youâre both idiots,â Latisha snapped. All she needed right now was a bit of peace and quiet to steady her nerves, to try to remember her routines.
For weeks, Farmer Palmerâs wife had been training Latisha to move chess pieces across a board, to count up to ten, to spell simple words, to pick out cards with the answer to questions such as:
How old are you? Whatâs your name? What day is it?
She could even play a simple tune on a xylophone! Surely, if she won
Most Intelligent Llama,
sheâd be the obvious choice for
Best Llama in Show
. Anyone