My Longkang

Last Friday afternoon, I was working at my desk, and a guy with a rope went running through my backyard. My backyard faces the river, and I live down a one lane private road, off the highway. No one really can wander down here easily. I went out the door to figure out what was going on. The mystery man with the rope was no where to be found. I went back to work.

About 15 minutes later, my neighbor called in a bit of a panic. A large Llama was in her yard, and she didn’t know what to do. Did my Llama go missing? What? I don’t have a Llama. I went to investigate. A large Llama was wandering around her yard. It stood at least 7 feet tall.

The sheriff arrived, and so did another neighbor. We became Llama wranglers. I have watched many John Wayne movies and I knew what to do. I walked up to the Llama, and said “This neighborhood isn’t big enough for the two of us!”. The Llama just ate some grass and looked at me. The sheriff was sure someone would report a missing Llama. He suggested we give it a bucket of water, and just let it be. He would come back in the morning to check on the Llama. In the morning, the Llama was gone, and we have not seen it since. There has been a rumor that the Llama ran off with a chicken, to live in the woods and be left alone to enjoy their illegal love. True? You decide.

Who was the guy with the rope? What really happened to the Llama? I think we will never know.

-Flyfisher-