Seduced...The End

Her mind raced before her. She had been poised to flee. The strangeness- the mere passion which stood before her- was exhilarating and frightening. As he sang the llama song, the rich deep tenor of his voice beckoned her to stand frozen. Her feet could not obey their earlier directive.

She was a burro and the native sounds which assaulted her sensitive ears resonated deep within her. Once, many generations before them, their ancestors walked side by side in the ranges of South America. She was of a clan of burros which had served the Mayan warrior Chieftans. Her ancestors had carried great chiefs to war and home again. His ancestors had roamed high in the Andes Mountains. Their sure feet had carried the bounty of the great people to the highest peaks to offer to the spirits which resided there.

And now they stood there facing one another. Across four hundred years, spanning two thousand miles, they collided here on the meadow. She knew it was forbidden love- he did not care. He was a beast of passion- his veins pulsed with it. She could not deny him.

The whispers swept through the meadow like a wildfire- sweeping and furious. The beasts which lived there knew it was forbidden. There could be no cross-species affections. Their missive was to live harmoniously together- different colors and creeds- but no one had ever dared to cross the line.

George was a bold one. His Latin blood cast caution aside and he recognized only emotion. Llamas could not afford to be rational. He continued to sing  her  the llama song.

"Hmmmmmm, " he droned.

"Please. Stop, Senor Jorge. I cannot think when you do that," she pleaded.

"Senorita, I'm sure that you do not mean that. I could keep singing to you, hmmmmmmmm," he crooned as he seductively swayed his elegant head and neck. She was transfixed, her eyes could not break the stare which held her gaze.

"HeeeeeeeeeeHawwwwwwwww," a shrill sound broke the silence. George sensed, rather than heard the thundering hooves as they approached the ill-fated pair. Again, "HeeeeeeeHaaaawwwwww", only this time louder and with menacing intent.

Rico, the dominant Jack of the burro herd, was racing toward the Llama and his entranced victim, Elizabeth. As he neared them, he deftly changed directions and manuevered his entire body into the minimal space between the llama and the innocent young female burro. As Rico positioned himself, he swung his hindquarters to face the Latin intruder. His hind feet reached skyward in an athletic move designed to thwart unwelcome intentions. George parried the thrust with the grace of a masked bandit wielding a sword. Like Zorro himself, he leapt backward and sideways in a single flowing movement.

"Stay away, Spaniard," Rico growled through his gray muzzle.

"I am not a Spaniard, Don-Kay," retorted George.

"And I am a burro, not a Don-Kay," Rico shot back.

"And I am not property!" declared the tiny female between the testostrone charged livestock.

With that, delicate hooves spryly kicked simultaneously. Both beasts before her ducked and looked incredulously as she walked away.

"Ah, well, easy come, easy go," said George as he noted the gentle sway of her rump as she retreated.

The End- for today.

As a side note, Llamas are kept with other livestock as guard animals. Unaltered male llamas make excellent guard companions but MAY at times attempt to breed sheep or goats.