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[] "Rise now, my fellow llamas! The time has come! We will not be penned in and be forced to eat this straw and oats anymore!"

"Hide, farmer!"

The llamas went back to loafing around and chewing their oats. The oldest llama, the leader, had lived at Sunny Pastures Llama Farm his whole life. He had until recently been content with his life. Then the farmer decided his mother llama had gotten too old and was at the proper age for eating. He led her out of the penned in sanctuary and mercilessly hacked her head off. Ever since that last dark fall, Leonard had been planning to break out and give the humans what they deserved.

"Alright, clear, he's back inside. He shouldn't be back the rest of the day, he refilled the water and gave us more food. Heaven forbid he should allow us to get a bath!" Lawrence the Scout reported to Leonard.

"Good, Larry, we'll be getting a bath in the big house tonight, don't you worry," Leonard held his gaze at the Farmer's House for a minute then returned to his fellow llama rebels. "Trigant, have you picked all the gate locks yet?"

"Yes, sir, all locks have been picked and buried. My llamas and I are ready to move out, Leonard, sir!" Trigant was the chief Explosives Operator and Locksmith.

"Sir, the humans have just put out there lightning. We should move out," Lawrence was Leonard's right hand man and Scout Leader. "I'll take the scouting party around to the back of the house, so there is no escape that way."

"Good, Lawrence, and I'll break the door down and the rest of us will come pouring into the house," said Leonard.

"Now, remember lads, they have company over this weekend, so there will be plenty for all. Just leave the Farmer to me!" No one dared argue with Leonard, besides being the strongest, biggest, and meanest llama, he was also the most deranged and twisted. None of the llamas actually wanted to eat any of the humans, but Leonard said it was the only way to make things right. He was also the only llama with black spots and among llamas, this was an important mark of a leader. And because no one would object, they all had some eating to do.

The scouting party went out first and went around the back of the Big House without a sound. When the scouting party was in position Leonard and the rest of the llamas in the pen rushed the Big House. Leonard ran straight into the door and broke it in. They ran through the house and bite anything that moved. Leonard went upstairs and into the Farmer's bedroom. He lowered his mouth down to where he slept unaware and bit his nose, lips, and most of the rest of his face off. He then moved on to his stomach...

At dawn all the humans had been devoured, seventeen in all. Leonard felt the warmth of vengeance welling up inside him. he wanted to jump for joy, skip on two feet, sing opera, he wanted to not fall over like the rest of the llamas. Why were they falling over?

"Hey, get up! Don't you see? We've won! We ate every last on of them! Get up and dance with me!" even as he said these things he began feeling weak. He took another glance around him and saw his fellow llamas dying, slowly, painfully. I his last llama moments he realized that human flesh was extremely poisonous to llamas. Why had he not realized it before?