15.Jul.2010 A Llama’s Best Friend Charles

There was a llama who danced with a coconut named Charles. One day he couldn’t see Charles because Charles went on vacation to the underworld. The llama felt sad he couldn’t dance with his friend Charles. His hooves were aching with the despair he felt when he realized he won’t be able to dance with Charles. Dejectedly, the llama had a long walk by the beach to think of what he can do now. He stepped on a pink seashell. The llama stared deeply at the seashell, and saw something remarkable. The seashell melted and cracked; it turned into a giant pink flower that produced peaches. The llama felt special.

“If I can make things like this when I step upon it, then that must mean I have a power that no one else has!”

The llama quickly ran out into the city and jumped on a skyscraper.

“World! I can make wondrous things with my feet!” The llama yelled proudly.

When he said his statement, all the cars stopped and the people stopped walking. They all looked up at the llama with glaring eyes–eyes that burned with hatred, fire, and heated blankets.

The llama was aghast. What were these people doing? Why did they stop their business?

The people, suddenly all in unison, started running into the skyscraper in a single line fashion, running towards the magical llama. The llama, hearing their footsteps come closer and closer, jumped off the skyscraper out of fear.

“Where is Charles? Why did he have to go and leave me? Because of him, I’ve figured out this awkward power of mine that allows me to do things that I never knew I can do….”

The llama squeezed his eyes shut.

“Charles… wherever in the Underworld you are, please hear me through our mental connection GPS. Charles, I loved you as a friend for so long, and it hurt me so that you suddenly went to the Underworld without taking me…!”

The llama opened his eyes and was shocked at the sight he saw.
Charles.
Charles was falling down the skyscraper with him, his mouth carved in a face that showed him as shocked to see the llama as well.

“Charles! Where have you been?! Why did you leave me by myself?”
“….”
“What do you mean? I didn’t find a ticket to the Underworld!”
“….”
“What? It’s in my hair?”

The llama shifted through his hair and found an all-purpose-only-destination-is-the-underworld ticket hidden through his long, heavy locks of hair.

“Charles! You… you didn’t forget me!”
“….”
“I also wanted to dance with you too! You and m—“

The llama was cut off by the sudden splatter of his blood that rained down the skyscraper and bombed the street.
The llama, falling to his death, died right by his best friend Charles.

Charles, dejectedly, rolled by his best friend’s corpse.
“..! … … …!”

The people who chased the llama up the skyscraper and eventually led him to fall to his death felt sad and guilty once they heard Charles’ words, sincere and sad. The people cried when they saw the dead llama and his weeping friend.

Suddenly!

The tears of the people and especially the coconut juice that bled from Charles’ eyes mixed in with the llama’s blood, and eventually evened it out and made the blood disappear.

The llama’s eyes slowly opened.

“Ch… Charles?”
“…!”
“Charles!”
“….! … …”
“What d’you mean I died? I didn’t die! I just had a super nosebleed because I ran out of happy tears when I saw you!”

FIN.