Silbury's Diary - 06-08-08
I hate the shearer! Can you believe it? There is someone out there
worse than the vet! The llama shearer has been and tortured me and
shaved off my gorgeous russet locks. What happened was the two-legs
called in the llama torturer because they're mean. So, whilst his
assistant twisted my ears - I ask you - he spent time cutting my fleece
off. I didn't know what was happening, and I thought I was being
killed. I was so scared I pee'd and spent 8 minutes howling. Why do
this to a llama? The two legs say we'll feel better in the hot weather
and they want my fleece to make rugs out of.
Everyone knows I'm a highly strung lad and whilst the others were all
OK, our people decided to shear me last, as they thought I might kick up
a stink. TOO RIGHT. I hated the shearer so much, at least my people
promised me they'd never ever shear me again. Huh! Believe that when I
see it.
AND I've just lost my protective coat and I've gone and cut my neck when
I leaned over the fence - no guard hairs you see!
Our people do do strange things sometimes. Anyway, I suppose I'll
forgive them (but not the shearer) and it does feel a bit better in the
hot sun.
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