Alpaca Talk

Newest Addition

2006-06-03T15:50:00.000-07:00

Baby: Hi!

Maggee: Uh, hi.

Baby: What's that called?

Maggee: What?

Baby: That! What is that called?

Maggee: My leg?

Baby: Leg! That's what it is! Oh! How do you do that?

Maggee: Do what?

Baby: That! How do you do that?

Maggee: Scratch my belly? I lift my leg real high and scratch. Simple.

Baby: I fall over when I try to do that. Hey! How do you do that??

Maggee: Do what?

Baby: That! That thing with your leg!

Maggee: Scratch my ear? I lift my leg, lower my head, and scratch. Simple. Gosh, don’t you know anything?

Baby: I fall over when I try to do that.

Maggee: Gee, you're such a baby!

Baby: I know! Aren't I cute?

Soon . . .

2006-05-01T15:25:00.000-07:00

Chloe: How DARE you! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: What? What??

Chloe: You LOOKED at me! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: I didn't! Really, I didn't!

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: I wasn't looking at you, honest! Ya gotta believe me!

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!:: ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna, running away: Sheesh... I wish she'd hurry up and have that baby...

Piles are for peons

2006-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:00

Maggee: Uh.. Auntie Chloe? That's not the pile. It's over here. Where I am.

Chloe: Shut up, brat. Can't you see I'm busy?

Maggee: But, gosh... shouldn't you be at least a little closer?

Chloe: Look, kid. Let's get one thing straight. Piles are for peons. *I* go where I please. Got that?

Maggee: Mommy, Auntie Chloe is being mean and she doesn't ever use the right spots!

Jubilee: That's Chloe for you. I think she does it to spite the two-leggers, but you just never know with her. As long as you use the right spots, let's not worry about mean ol' Chloe.

Maggee: Ok, Mommy. She sure does make a mess, though.

The Good Grass

2005-11-25T20:08:00.000-08:00

Ipo: ::Hummmmtrillyhummm:: I want that good grass.

Chloe: It's not fair that Georgia gets all the good grass.

Anna, nibbling hay out of Ipo's neck fiber: I should be out with Momma. Not fair.

Jubilee, pushing her way past the others to the gate: I need that good grass. I have two babies to feed and they're BOTH hungry. I'm hungry. My babies are hungry. We'll all go hungry if I don't get that good grass.

Maggee: You have another baby beside me, Mommy? Where??

Chloe: Oh, Jubilee! You're always hungry and so are your babies.

Jubilee: What's your point?

Chloe: That good grass is supposed to be all mine. I must have it to maintain my girlish figure.

Ipo: You mean your fat . . .

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!:: I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!

Ipo, wiping spit off her cheek: . . . er, fluffy girlish figure.

Maggee, prancing, dancing, and running around: Everybody else is excited, I guess I'm supposed to be excited, too. See me run! Look at me!

Georgia, happily munching away: What's all the fuss?

Who's weaning who?

2005-11-18T14:57:00.000-08:00

Georgia, circling Anna: Anna, it's time for your mid-afternoon snack.

Anna, moving away: No thanks, Momma. I'm eating this tasty grass for my snack.

Georgia, circling Anna again: Come now, Anna. Time for your snack.

Anna, moving away: It's ok, Momma. I'm not that hungry.

Georgia, circling once again: Anna! Nurse! Now!

Anna, sighing: Yes, Momma . . .

Pacing the Fence

2005-07-29T09:52:00.000-07:00

Sindre: Where are they? I can smell 'em.

Donovan: What's HE doing?

Del: Don't know.

Percy: Maybe I should go bite his knees.

Donovan: I don't see why he's going back and forth like that. He can't get out.

Sindre: Where are they? Where'd they go?

Del: He keeps asking where they are.

Donovan: Who?

Percy: I should go bite his knees. Or maybe pin his neck to the ground. Yeah . . .

Del: Don't know.

Sindre: I can smell 'em. I know they're there. Where are they? Why can't I see them? I should be able to see 'em.

Donovan: He's so weird. I'm not going to be like that when I get older.

Cria Just Wanna Have Fun

2005-07-27T13:33:00.000-07:00

Ipo: Why are you following me around all the time?

Anna: Because you're fun! . . . . Oh, ok. Cuz you don't spit at me like everyone else does. Much.

Ipo: Georgia doesn't spit at you.

Anna: That's cuz she's my mom! Why does she spit at you all the time?

Ipo: I don't think she likes me.

Anna: Oh. I like you! Wanna play?

Ipo: Naw, I want to eat some more.

Anna: That's no fun. Let's play!

Sun Bathing Alpacas

2005-07-19T13:16:00.000-07:00

Anna: Ahhhhh . . . the sun feels good, Mommy . . . .

Georgia: Mmmm.

Anna: This is the life! Isn't this grand, Mommy?

Georgia: Mmmm.

Anna: It's so nice and warm . . . ::yawn::

Georgia: Mmmm.

Feeding Time?

2005-07-12T18:49:00.000-07:00

Georgia: Get out of my way.

Chloe: You always get in first. It's my turn.

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: What's going on?

Chloe: The two-legger's here. Means we get pellets!

Georgia: Get out of my way!

Chloe: Ipo, if you're not going to block Georgia, just get out of the way!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: Don't you guys remember? We already got our pellets today.

Chloe: Shhhh!! Not so loud, it'll hear you!

Georgia: Quiet, Ipo! Now get out of my way!!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: But we already ate. I don't think the two-legger will feed us again.

Chloe: Will you be quiet??

Georgia: Get out of my way!!

Jubilee: Can I get in, please?

Ipo: But--

Georgia, Chloe & Jubilee: IPO, SHUT UP!!

Ipo: All right, all right. Gosh, what a bunch of grumps.

Eating Hay

2005-07-05T18:11:00.000-07:00

Anna: Oh, yum! That looks good, Mommy. I want some.

Georgia: There's plenty. Tell me which bin you want, and I'll make the others leave so you can have it.

Anna, nibbling the hay hanging out of Georgia's mouth: I want yours, Mommy.

Georgia: But it's half-chewed . . . . Are you sure you don't want me to get Chloe out of the big bin? I haven't spit at her at all this afternoon. She's due.

Anna: Naw. This is good. Thanks, Mommy!

Georgia, eyeing Chloe: All right. Let me know if you change your mind, little one.

Play Time

2005-07-02T18:15:00.000-07:00

Anna: Hi! What's your name?

Ipo: Brat... er, I mean, Ipo. They just call me Brat. They don't really mean it, though.

Anna: Uh-huh. Wanna play?

Ipo: You're too little.

Anna: Am not! I'm almost as big as you!

Ipo: No, you're not.

Anna steps back a few paces and runs smack into Ipo, who doesn't budge.

Ipo: Uh . . . what'd you do that for?

Anna, picking herself up off the ground: See? I told you I'm not too little! Let's play!

Baby Talk

2005-06-29T09:20:00.000-07:00

Anna: Mom, what's that? Can I play with it? Will it hurt me? Maybe I should stick next to you . . .

Anna: Wow, look at this! Can I eat it? Yuck. Doesn't taste very good.

Anna: Moooommm, I'm hungry!

Anna: Auntie Chloe, can I chew on your tail? Ewww! Why'd you spit on me??

Anna: I bet I can run to the other side faster than you, Ipo!

Anna: Auntie Jubilee, why are you just lying there? Can I climb on top of you? Can I? Ewww! Why'd you spit on me??

Anna: Oh! Look! What is it? Maybe if I sneak up on it -- Eeek! It went up in the air! Mom!!!

Anna, yawning: I'm sleepy . . . .

The Newest Arrival

2005-06-22T17:33:00.000-07:00

Ipo: What's Georgia all bent out of shape about?

Jubilee: Oh, she just hurts.

Ipo: Why? What happened?

Chloe: Nothing, she's just being a big cry-baby. Ignore her.

Jubilee: You'll find out one day, when you're older.

Ipo: Not me! I don't want to hurt. WHAT'S THAT??

Chloe, sighing: She has to make another brat, doesn't she? Isn't it enough that we have to deal with HER all the time?

Jubilee: That's Georgia's new baby.

Ipo stares, eyes wide: Wow. How'd she do that?

Chloe, rolling her eyes: Don't ask! She'll just go on and on and on about it.

Jubilee: You'll find out one day, when you're older.

Georgia: Welcome to the world, little one.

For Rachelle

2005-06-17T11:52:00.000-07:00

Mom alpaca: The two-legger is watching. Do it again.

Baby alpaca: How many times do I have to pretend to go?

Mom alpaca: Just a couple more times . . .

A while later -

Baby alpaca: Mom, I really have to go now. Can I? Please?

Mom alpaca: Sure, sweetie. You go ahead. And watch the two-legger.

Baby alpaca: Ahhhh! This feels better . . . uh . . what's it doing?

The baby alpaca watches wide-eyed as the two-legger hops and dances around, flinging its arms through the air and whooping loudly.

Mom alpaca: Not sure. But it's worth waiting for.

Goodbye, Drake

2005-06-08T21:27:00.000-07:00

Ipo: Where's Drake going? Why are the two-leggers leading him into the riding box?

Jubilee: Dunno.

Chloe: They're not bringing him back, I don't think. They took his hay with him.

Ipo: Drake's not coming back? How come? Where's he going?

Jubilee: Dunno.

Chloe: Probably somewhere with lots and lots of pellets. Lucky guy.

Ipo: I don't want him to go! Drake! Come back!! Why does he have to go away? Did he do something wrong?

Jubilee: Dunno.

Chloe: Just happens sometimes. They leave and don't come back.

Ipo: Drake! Drake!!!

Jubilee: I'm sure he'll like his new place.

Ipo, sighing: Goodbye, Drake . . .

Shearing day

2005-05-23T16:21:00.000-07:00

Chloe: Take it from me. You just can't trust those two-leggers.

Ipo: Yeah, I know.

Chloe: They try to get us to like them by giving us pellets. Then next thing you know, wham! They take all my fiber off! I mean, look at me - I'm naked!

Ipo: Yeah, you are.

Chloe: Well, we'll show them. We're not going to trust them again. Next time they come out here and shake those pellets under our noses, we should just walk away. That's it, we'll walk away and not eat their crummy pellets. Who needs pellets, anyway?

Ipo: Yeah, not us.

Chloe: And then . . . what's that noise? Is it . . . Hurry! Let's get to the barn before anyone else does! We'll get more pellets that way!

Ipo: Wait for me!

Spring Fever

2005-05-20T08:16:00.000-07:00

In the girl's pasture...

Ipo: What's he doing?

Jubilee: I dunno. Looks strange.

Ipo: Maybe he's stretching?

Jubilee: I dunno. He's weird.

Ipo: Huh.

In the boy's pasture...

Drake: What're you doing?

Sindre: Posing! See the girls? They're admiring my manly physique!

Drake snorts in laughter.

Sindre: Oh, yeah - they want me...

Visitors

2005-03-23T16:59:00.000-08:00

Jubilee: Look, it's a bunch of two-leggers.

Chloe: Think they have pellets? I'm sure they do. Why else would they be here?

Ipo: It's Dad!!

Jubilee: Huh?

Ipo: You know - Dad! It used to feed me pellets back home. Dad! I'm over here! Look at me!

Chloe: They aren't here for you. Get a grip, snot.

Ipo: Are, too! Hi, Dad! Look how big I am now! Are you here to bring me home?

Georgia: Oh, brother.

Ipo: Dad? Where you going, Dad? Come back! Can I come back home with you? Dad??

Chloe, sighing: Dang, no pellets.

Ipo: ::sniffles::

The Alpaca Water Dance

2005-03-11T15:44:00.000-08:00

Chloe: ::SQUEAL!!:: Oh! Oh! The two-legger has the wet squirter! OH!!

Ipo: Oh, that feels good! A little on my tummy, please!

Chloe: Move over! Ahhhhh....

Ipo: I wasn't done yet.

Chloe: Tough.

Georgia: Both of you, get out of the way.

Chloe, standing on her hind legs: Look at me! I can dance! HEY - don't shove!

Georgia: Well, move then. Ahhhh.....

Jubilee, peering from the back: May I have some, please? Pretty please?

Home is where the grass is

2005-03-04T11:00:00.000-08:00

Drake: Ok, I'm done. Can I go home, now?

Sindre: Whydja waunna go ack air?

Drake: Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting.

Sindre snorts.

Drake stands at the fence and looks across the driveway towards his old pasture: Wonder when the two-leggers are going to put me back? I liked it over there. I was closer to my harem.

Sindre snorts again. Drake glares at him.

Drake: Maybe they'll put me back later. Maybe I'll even get lucky and they'll leave YOU here.

Sindre mutters under his breath: No, I wouldn't get that lucky...

Grass envy

2005-03-03T13:10:00.000-08:00

Georgia: Now that's just not right.

Jubilee sighs.

Chloe: Where are the boys going? They're not going to my grass, are they??

Ipo: What's going on? Why are you guys all standing at the fence?

Georgia: What are those two-leggers thinking? How DARE they!

Jubilee sighs.

Chloe: That's MY grass! Why are the boys getting it?? That's not fair!! It's MINE!!!

Ipo: What's happening? What are you guys looking at?

Georgia: I can't believe it. I think I'm going to have to spit on somebody.

Jubilee sighs and moves away from Georgia.

Chloe: But it's MY grass! MINE!!

Ipo: Hey, that's Drake! Hi, Drake! Where ya going? And Sindre! Hi, Sindre!!

Georgia: Ipo, shut up! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Jubilee sighs and turns away from the fence.

Chloe: All my precious grass... wasted on BOYS....

Ipo, rubbing spit off her face: Ewww....

The new pasture

2005-03-02T07:46:00.000-08:00

Sindre: I hate this thing on my face!

Drake: Why is the two-legger tugging on me? I don't want to go out there.

Sindre: Ok, I'll go.

Drake: Back off! You're in my space!

Sindre: Ok, ok! Then you go!

Drake: Wonder where they're taking us. I hope they bring us back home soon. It's almost time for my mid-afternoon snack.

Sindre: Look! GRASS!

Drake: Let's get one thing straight. If they're taking us to the grass, it's mine.

Sindre: Oh, sure. Whatever you say. Wow, it's a whole new place. With LOTS of grass! Wheee!!

Drake: Mine. Remember that.

Feeding time

2005-02-24T11:22:00.000-08:00

Del: What are you doing? That's MY bowl and MY pellets! Go get your own!

Donovan: I like this bowl better.

Del, as he moves to the other bowl: Fine. I'll just eat -- hey! You said you liked the other bowl better!

Donovan: I changed my mind. This bowl is pretty tasty.

Del, moving back to the first bowl: How's a guy supposed to eat around here? Can't even - HEY!!

Donovan: I told you I like this bowl better.

Del: GRRRRR!!!

Hay wars

2005-02-21T11:33:00.000-08:00

Chloe: Look! The two-leggers have hay!

Georgia: Oh, good. I'm hungry.

Chloe: No way! It's for ME!

Georgia: Fat chance.

Chloe: See? I got some first! I've got the hay! It's mine! All--

Georgia: ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Chloe: Ok, I guess I didn't really want the hay all that much....

At the water bucket

2005-02-19T09:50:00.000-08:00

Ipo: Hi, Mom! Whatcha doing?

Chloe: Quit calling me that.

Ipo: Sure, Mom! Anything you say! Whatcha doing? Oh, getting a drink of water, huh? That looks really good - maybe I'll have some, too!

Chloe: Go away.

Ipo: Oh, Mom! I like being with you! I'll just get some of that--

Chloe, giving Ipo The Stare: GO AWAY!

Ipo, with tail up and neck submissively arched: Uh... sure, Mom. Anything you say... going now... I'll just watch you from over here....