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It was a day in April, the year I do not
know, when Jacques Pot and his llama came bounding through the
snow.
“Whoah, whoah,” cried Jacques, “I say, slow,
slow!” but the fluffy, puffy llama raced swiftly through the snow.
“No, no!” hollered Jacques, “No, llama, no!”
but the fleety, speedy llama leaped wildly through the snow.
Behind the fleeing duo, what Jacques did not
know, was an emptied-bellied cougar, chasing them through the
snow.
“Go, llama, go!” squealed Jacques, “Go, go,
go!” as he turned to see the green eyed mountain cat behind them
in the snow.
With a mouthful of air and a flick of his
mighty toe, Jacques’ super duper
llama leaped up and out of the deep, deep snow.
“Where did they go, where on earth did they
go?” thought the ravenous, white cougar as he sat confused in the
snow.
“We’re way up here, up on this plateau,”
laughed Jacques and his amazing llama as they looked down at the
cougar below.
“Oh, ohhh,” cried the cougar, “I must be too
slow!” for he hadn’t seen the llama leap way up and out of the
snow.
“What will you eat now, mister cougar, and
where will you go?” hollered Jacques, as he walked his llama to
and fro.
“I really do not know, don’t know where I’ll
go,” piped the cloudy white cougar as he pawed in the snow.
“Well, sorry to leave you, but we really
must go,” said Jacques Pot as he mounted his llama then trotted
off through the snow.
So Jacques and his splendid llama, through
wind and through snow, traveled far through the forest and into a
valley below.
“Ho ho, little llama, I do say ho,” Jacques
whispered to his faithful critter as the wind continued to blow.
“A big storm is coming, you and I better
go,” Jacques told his llama, as if the llama didn’t already know.
With a dip and a do and his big hairy toe,
Jacques faithful fluffy llama, began digging in the snow.
“No llama, no,” commanded Jacques, “don’t
dig in the snow, we must ride, ride away, come quick, we must go!”
But little did our good friend Jacques Pot
know, his smarty, hearty llama was building an igloo made of snow!
“Ohhh,” Jacques said as he watched his llama
go, “now I understand why you were digging with your toe”
With the igloo finished and the wind
continuing to blow, Jacques Pot and his bleary, weary llama
climbed into the igloo made of snow.
Inside the shelter Jacques and his llama laid
low, and waited until they could no longer hear the storm winds
blow.
“My lovely little llama, how on earth did
you know,” asked Jacques to his llama, “how to make a wind-proof
igloo made out of snow?”
The wily, smiley llama nodded his head to and
fro, for since he was just a llama he couldn’t speak it so.
“Enough of this igloo, giddy-up, forward
ho!” hollered Jacques to his llama as he reared up and grunted
then raced out across the snow.
They galloped up to a river that swiftly did
flow then Jacques dismounted his llama and held his head in his
hands just so.
“Oh no llama, look at that river flow! It’s
deep and it’s cold and it’s wide, oh no!” cried Jacques to his
llama who was licking his nose.
Jacques Pot, the lucky Jacque Pot, watched
his llama go and leap into the river and swim through the river’s
flow.
All the way to the other side of the river,
the llama did go then stepped onto the bank and began sharpening
his mighty toe.
The witty, flitty llama searched the banks
high and low until he found a giant oak tree casting a long shadow
far below.
With a slice and a blow and a slash of his
toe the crafty white llama felled the giant oak, right across the
river it did go!
And Jacques Pot, oh that silly Jacques Pot,
did merrily go, across the thirty, sturdy yards of oak laid low.
He threw his arms around the llama and kissed
his runny, funny nose and said, “Llama, what would I do without
you, that I do not now!”
After crossing the swifty river and miles
more of ice and snow, Jacques Pot and his best friend llama,
finally got to where they wanted to go.
“Close your eyes little llama, keep your
runny eyes closed, for a big surprise awaits you if you close your
peepers just so.”
The llama slowly looked left, then right,
then above and below, and closed his juicy eyes and let Jacques
lead him through the wind and snow.
To a beautiful forest mansion, rising
majestically from the snow, Jacques burst in with his llama, who
was now wide eyed and aglow.
It was a camelid party, and row upon row,
were pajama’d llamas, alpacas with maracas, vicuñas a groovin’ and
camels in tow!
“Surprise my lovely llama, my best friend,
my bro! Your friends are here for your birthday, it’s a
llamalicous show!”
The happy snappy llama hugged Jacques high
and low as they danced and sang that night in April, while outside
the wind continued to blow. |
