Chapter 1

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LLAMA'S POV

When I was younger, a younger llama. Me and my herd tried so hard to have people love us and not kill us. Until one day humans came to my home with guns and rope, when this happened my mother made me run off and hide, so I did I ran to a tiny, little cave and I peeked out and I saw my mother on the ground, rope around her and BAM, my mother was shot in the head with a gun.

When I saw my family and friends killed, I swore to myself that if when I try to make a human love me and they refuse I shall drag them into the woods at the place where my family and friends died and staple all over them until they die. I have killed 37 humans since then and I get happier every time I kill one.

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