Llambert the Llama: I blame it on the grain!

I know I wasn't supposed to follow the grain, but it smelled oh so sweet with just a hint of molasses.

And, hey, she's lured me into the barn before. It's usually so that she can do unpleasant things -- like shots -- to the sheep.

How was I supposed to know that's what she planned for me?

Well, she didn't do the shooting; a tall man did. The next thing I know I was getting sleepy.

Then, I remember trying to open my eyes, but I was oh, so sleepy. And the chink, chink, chink sound lulled me back to sleep.

Chink, chink, chink.

I felt myself getting lighter and cooler.

Oh, I knew I should open my eyes, but I was oh so sleepy.

When I did open my eyes, I saw a horse face that seemed to be laughing at me.

Was I dreaming?

Chink, chink, chink.

Then I awoke, and I saw hair all around me.

Hey, it was my hair!

Was this one of those slumber party experiences where I fall asleep and someone shaves my eyebrow?

I rub my head against my leg.

Whew! I have my eyebrow.

But I sure feel different.

And why are the sheep laughing at me?