The Llama

In class we have been creating Llamas. We were given the task to create our own Llamas but there was only one thing that had to be on our Llama, it was a party hat, flower crown, or a random crown. Our Llamas had lots of layers. We first had to draw our Llamas and our backgrounds with pencil and crayon only. Then we had to dye the background. After that we painted the Llama and then drew over the face and crowns and party hats with pastel.

We also got to write a story about our Llamas.

Here is my writing and some pictures of Llamas:

“We are going to be creating Llamas.”

There it was. Now I just wanted to get out of this humans mind and

onto the paper. I felt myself on something but I just couldn’t see where

I was. My body was back into the mind. I could feel myself again and

my ears were coming. I really wanted to see but then again my eyes were

not existed on paper yet. I could feel somethingcoming, I just couldn’t see

what it was. That is when I realised it was my other ear. I heard someone saying,

“Does this look awesome or should I start again?” 

I realised they were talking about me. I didn’t want to start again. It would be horrible not being able to see or hear again. 

I liked the way I looked and I didn’t want to change.

My eyes started to open. My mouth was closing (but still coming). I felt like an

angry Llama. But I didn’t want to be an angry Llama. I wanted to be a happy one.

It was too late. I was an angry Llama. My whole body was there. I was angry but

happy inside of me. 

The next day the sky was coming and finally life was coming into the picture. But

for some reason there was still no colour in me. I felt sad that I had no colour. That night

I went to sleep sad. The next day I was becoming life like, but the colours

that were on me were Black and White (I felt sad and gloomy with those colours).

I kind of liked it but all of my fur was covering my face so I really couldn’t see properly.

My face was like that for two whole nights. I couldn’t believe it.

After those two nights I was really happy to have my face back again.

But my face looked like I was bored more than angry. I didn’t really think

about what or why they were doing this to me. I have heard them talking about

imagining what your Llama looked like and then draw the face. But I never had big bulky

eyebrows, I never had an upside down mouth, but it seemed like it had to stay

on there now. I saw some other Llamas but they had no idea that I was there with them.

Sometime later books were on my face. I don’t know why but I was being squashed with

four books. While the books were on my face I read what it said and it said “The Bible”.

I was wondering why The Bibles were on our faces.

The day after that I was up in front of all of these humans. They were saying I like yours

the best, yours is cool, show me your Llama, yours is cute. That is all I heard. On the

other side of me was one of the Llamas crying. Her creator said that she couldn’t

remember what her face looked like so she made it cry.

My face was ruined by accident but I was just happy to be alive.

Here is my Llama:

Hope you enjoy!