Hadi Atallah

The No-Drama Llama informed stories of travelers and the roles of unmovable chill for the last two weeks. The present currency to Precious the Cow was also stories and imagination of subtle chill.

The kind of stuff that encounters both chill critters was a dream that stole the very American dream. They chilled, America won wars, and they played the games. They both were certain, though, that America was certain and that it was faithful to the very cause—utopia.

They were chilled to either best or worst. They were the guards of the beach. Gossiping together, and a delicate toilet paper separated each of them.

So, the llama said this: “This is worse than ever.”

Precious received her toiling with the sun and wiped her unmalleable bosom with the paper. “We are experts chilling under this scorching sun.”

The llama, overawed under an umbrella, said, “Many premium things exist in the shadow.”

“Speak English, please,” Precious the Cow said.

“I have been informed of self-travelers, and their stories are all about America with love. The hearings and tribulations, the dreams, and the shadow work. I confess, I learned nothing!”

“Well, at least that’s legal,” Precious the Cow chimed in.

“Yes, we elevated anyway,” the llama said. “We speak the English language, anyway.

Some of this may have been meaningful, perhaps not. The point is there is a fortune for pocket change. We must greatly improve and unconditionally admire ourselves at all times.

Wishing you a chill Monday.

Peace up!