L is for Llamas

When I was a kid my siblings and I raised pigs. Since we lived in town we had to keep the pigs at a friends house. The house was about a mile from ours, so we walked there three times a day to take care of the pigs. Next door to where we kept our pigs lived a woman who raised llamas. They were mean SOB's. If we walked to near her fence, the llamas would charge the fence and spit. Before meeting those llamas I liked llamas, I always wanted one of my own. After meeting them, I hate llamas. They're assholes.