The LamaKing Under the Ping Pong Table

On one occasion in this balmy sunshine of Peru, Patrick and I had to share the ping pong table with a visiting lama (not quite as important as a dignitary but close in the imperious deportment department). So Lama-King was regally crouched under the table at Patrick’s end and being the friend of all furry creatures he took it upon himself to pet the thing and slobber some false sentimentalities all over it. LamaKing thought this was splendid of course. Then Patrick having won the noble beast’s friendship with his two step petting bit decided to get friendlier which of course LamaKing balked at in a most surprising way, apparently interpreting the friendliness as a nuisance. Quite at ease, it just lifted its head ever so and eyeballing the Patrick boy almost imperceptibly inhaled and fwatted this stream of lama-drool arcing into the air in that kind of motion artsy filmmakers use to show lovers running toward each other trying not to look imbecilic. That saliva shot looked like it might weigh a good pound while it was wending its way toward the hapless Patrick who was obediently staring at the critter.