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» Don't be a thief, « the young lady said frowning.
And the strange old man continued his story with a mouth full of bakery products.
» 'Perhaps the old woman could help me to do what I seek to do,' said a wicked Queen; and one night, when it was growing dusk, she wrapped a cloak around her, and set out to this old henwife's and her husband's, the fieldsman's, and his children's, Bromford Curly-locks' and Kylie Golden-tresses', cottage.
'Send the Lassie to me tomorrow morning before she has broken her fast,' replied the old dame when she heard what her visitor had to say. 'I will find out a way to mar her beauty.' And the wicked Queen went home content. «
» Seriously? « The llama asked. » A hen's wife and an old TV dog, a rough collie if I remember correctly? And who the heck is this wicked Queen now? Where did she come from? «
» Seriously? « The old man replied. » A young lady and a walking and talking llama are travelling the U.S.A.? «
This made the llama grumble and the young lady raise her eyebrows.
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