Hadi Atallah

“Where’s…the…puppy…going…to…be? I do not understand, no-drama llama.”
“Are you sure you’re afraid of dogs?” The llama misplaced all patience with a question. He exhibited Precious the Cow, the remains of a wound. “This is a dog’s bite!”
“I don’t see it.”
“Oh yes, the truth,” the llama clutched the situation. “The puppy will share the back seat. And this meat grinder is vast enough for you.”
“This thing?”
“I’ve had some pretty bad experiences with good burger patties.”
“What?”
“Oh yes, us two intersecting like this at the llama cafe!”
“So what are we going to do?!” Precious exclaimed.
“This thing. While snoring, I dreamt of saving the world from cow farts. I, a premium llama, hoped that this world would make me less distressed.”
Precious felt deranged.
The llama punched her head against the window and observed her peerless limbs.
“Llama?”
He was very ashamed.
“I acquire you to step back.”
“Yes, we must go forth.” The llama suggested.
The smell of her knees made the llama’s knees shake.
“I could perceive that you are speaking in volumes from a butcher’s shop.”
At this moment, the joy of saving the world from methane gas was prolonged.
“Yes?” The llama inquired.

Llama, isn’t it strange how dreamy phrases can have a lot on one side and just a little on the other?
Precious was always depressed, yet she made a move with her day. Brushed her hair and collected her tears for her to drink the next morning. Knowing too many days, too many facts, too much knowledge to be happy, studying books, sharing the kind of small talk with our dear folk, the llama—convinces us that we are indeed vulnerable.

Simply loving something more, with eyes closed, would have us stay behind. But there is a complete transfer, so please, convince yourself that you must keep on keeping on.

Peace up!