Ali Pye – Llama Drama - In It To Win It! (страница 1)

Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One: Excitement on the Farm

Chapter Two: Time for a Haircut

Chapter Three: Off to the Fair

Chapter Four: The First Round

Chapter Five: A Very Bad Feeling

Chapter Six: Missing!

Chapter Seven: The Big Rescue

Chapter Eight: Wanderers Returned

Chapter Nine: Final Performance

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armer Palmer’s prize-winning llamas were getting excited. His prize-winning sheep and lambs were feeling pretty bouncy too. In fact, there hadn’t been so much excitement on the farm since the farmer picked a new Guard Llama to protect his flock of sheep and, to everyone’s amazement, chose Lewie.

Lewie was not the obvious choice, not by any means. The farmer’s previous Guard Llama, Livingstone, had been so tough he’d been nicknamed The Terminator. Even compared to his older brothers, Leo and Lamar, and his tough sister, Latisha, Lewie seemed … giddy, dizzy, a bit of a joke, really.

It was certainly true that Lewie was no ordinary llama. Other llamas didn’t spend their days singing … and dancing … and acting! Even his parents, Mama and Papa Llama, had to admit that Lewie was a bit of a Drama Llama.

As a Guard Llama, though, Lewie had surprised everyone. He’d won over the sheep, dazzled the new lambs with his talents and tricks and, when the coyotes attacked, he’d bravely protected the whole flock.

But that was old news now. The present cause of excitement was the forthcoming County Fair. Every year, farmers throughout the entire state took their best animals to compete for the top prizes. Farmer Palmer’s llamas had always done well and he was hopeful that this year they’d do even better.

All the animals were talking about it, especially Lewie’s eldest brother, Leo. He had won various prizes in the past, including Strongest Llama. This year Leo had his eye on the top prize. The judges’ choice … their pick of the winners … the crown of crowns …

“Best Llama in Show,” Leo boasted. “That cup has my name on it. Who’s the greatest?” he chanted, and then answered his own question. “Leo’s the greatest. Oh – yes – I – am!”

“You wish!” his brother Lamar snorted right into Leo’s face. “Bigger you may be, but best …? Never! Not while Lamar’s around.” Lamar shook his stylish topknot out of his eyes, then turned to wink at an admiring group of female llamas. The girls often followed him about. He was their favourite all right. Lamar would have scooped all the prizes if the voting were left to them.

Latisha chewed on a long piece of grass as she watched her brothers argue. “Tchhh!” she said as she spat it out. “The only prize you two are likely to win is Most Boring Llama in the World.”

Liberty, one of their other sisters, honked with laughter, but Leo and Lamar nudged her backwards. “No one asked your opinion,” they brayed.

“Don’t stand any nonsense from those two,” Latisha told her. “They’re all hot air and bad breath.”

Lamar gasped, releasing a stream of air that had Leo reeling and groaning as if he’d been poisoned. Lamar, embarrassed, looked around for some clover to chew, hoping it might sweeten his breath a little.

Unlike the others, Liberty had never been to the County Fair before. “What’s it like?” she asked.

“A-ma-zing!” Leo told her. “Only the very best animals get picked to go.”

“The crowds are huge,” Lamar added, “and everyone is looking at yours truly!”

“All you need to know,” Latisha snapped, “is that you’d better not get up to your usual disappearing tricks or Farmer Palmer will go ba-llistic.”

Like her twin brother, Lewie, Liberty had her own special talent. She was an escape artist extraordinaire. In fact, there had never been a fence yet that could keep Liberty in.

When Mama Llama heard Latisha’s words, she sighed, shaking her head sadly. “If Farmer Palmer can’t keep Liberty safely enclosed here on the farm, how will he manage it at the County Fair?” she asked her husband anxiously. “And if he doesn’t, we may never see her again.”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” replied Papa Llama. “Lewie will keep his eye on her.”

At the very thought of Lewie, Mama Llama relaxed. It was such a welcome change not to have to worry about Lewie any more. Far from it, both Mama and Papa Llama were now pinning their hopes on him being awarded the other top prize: Best Guard Llama. This was an achievement not even The Terminator had managed. This and Best Llama in Show were the two prizes the farmer had never won. So he was very keen to snatch both from under the nose of his arch-rival, Farmer Hardman. This year, with Lewie, Farmer Palmer had begun to believe that he might at least manage to win Best Guard Llama.

Leo, Lamar and Latisha would have brayed with laughter at the very thought. But it wasn’t so far-fetched. The prize involved obedience and agility tests that would demonstrate how well the Guard Llama could manage his flock. Surely, after all the performing that the sheep and lambs had done under Lewie’s supervision, they were fit enough, and skilled enough, to see off any competition. Lewie badly wanted to win the prize, mostly to show Farmer Palmer that he’d made the right choice in him. But Lewie knew better than to get his hopes up. As he often told his flock: “There’s no substitute for hard work and constant practice.”

So, in preparation, Lewie had worked out strict training programmes for both the sheep and the lambs. Sadly, things weren’t exactly going to plan and Lewie partly blamed himself.

When he’d first met his flock he’d been surprised by the way they always copied each other. They repeated what all the others said as if they hadn’t an individual thought in their heads – apart from Ginger. But then Ginger was different in every way. As well as being bigger than all the other sheep, Ginger had opinions – lots of them – and she wasn’t afraid to express them. But the rest were just regular sheep. It was in their nature to follow and copy one another, to be … well … sheep-like.

Then Lewie had decided to stage a big variety show, and everything changed. When they performed, the sheep and the lambs showed that they were individuals after all. They had completely different talents and personalities, which was the very problem now.

As they practised the obedience tasks, most of the sheep suddenly had their own ideas and were determined to be heard.

“No, no, no. This is the bit where we turn right,” said Ginger bossily.

“I think you’ll find it was left,” argued Sheila.

“It was straight on, actually,” shouted Shula.

“I think we should do a reverse turn here,” suggested Shona.

“I’ve got a better idea,” volunteered Shirley as she demonstrated a series of sidesteps and shimmies. “Rubbish!” snapped Shelley. “I’m not doing that.”

It was as if the sheep had forgotten how to work as a team, how to be obedient. Lewie shook his head and wished his sheep could be more … well … sheep-like.

Things weren’t much better with the lambs, either. Although Shep, Shoo, Shane, Sheba, Shah and Bertie were still happy to do exactly as Lewie told them, their problem was trying too hard. And controlling their nerves. Just the thought of the County Fair had the lambs’ legs turning to jelly.

With lots of encouragement from Lewie, the lambs managed to complete most of their routines, until it came to their famous Lamb Pyramid. This relied on perfect timing and balance, and the lambs had always been able to perform it well.

But suddenly, now, each time Shoo scrambled up to complete the pyramid, Bertie, who was on the bottom, got a case of the wobbles. Then the whole pyramid collapsed and disappeared into a giggling, woolly heap.

“Whoops-a-daisy!” squealed Shoo.

“Somebody’s sitting on my tail!” squeaked Shep.

“Get off my head!” bleated Bertie, who then burst into tears.

Lewie had told Bertie that as he was the biggest and strongest, he was the anchor-lamb. Everything relied on him standing firm. Like his mother, Ginger, Bertie was a tough character. But now, for some reason, he kept losing his nerve. He knew he was letting everyone down.

“I’m so sorry,” he bleated.

The other lambs gathered around Bertie, nudging him gently.

“You’ll be fine. You’ll all be fine. Just keep practising,” Lewie reassured them.

But in truth, with only a week left to the County Fair, Lewie began to wonder how they would ever pull it all together into a prize-winning performance.

Of course, the only person Lewie allowed to hear his doubts was his twin sister, Liberty, who slipped out of the llama enclosure each evening for a bedtime chat. She soon lifted Lewie’s spirits. “You’re unbeatable, Lew,” she told him. “The sheep and lambs are working so hard, and with you leading them no other Guard Llama has a chance of winning.”

Lewie prayed that his sister was right. He thought of everyone whose hopes were pinned on him: Mama and Papa Llama, the farmer and his daughter, Millie, who’d always believed in Lewie. Then there were the sheep and the lambs too …