I have to admit that I really do love llamas. There was a farmer who once lived down the road from us. He had a bull that would often escape and run the neighborhood, several cows, numerous chickens, and a llama. We asked him why he had a llama. "To spit at people," he replied in his thick Southern accent.
This llama doesn't spit at people, but it is a cute art project done by one of Mary's second graders at Weavertown Mennonite School.