A long long time ago in Scotland, there once lived a farmer and his son. The two of them took good care of all the animals on the farm. One baby Llama grew up to be the most handsome and plump Llama they had ever seen. He stood tall and had brown, smooth fur.

On seeing the fine grown-up Llama, the farmer said to his son”, Look at this strong Llama! If only there was a need in our village to buy a Llama, we would get a good price for him. But all the farmers I know already have a Llama. We need to go far away, where most farmers do not have a Llama, to get the best price for him.”

"How far?" said the boy. “Can I come?”

"It would be good to have you with me for a long trip”, said the father. "So yes, let's go!"

"Where?" said the son.

"The village of Berkshire would be good”, he said. Then the farmer stopped. "Wait. There is something we must think about.  If the Llama walks as far as to the village of Berkshire, by the time we get there he might be too thin. The price for him will go down.”

At last, the father had an idea. He and his son got hold of the Llama and tied each pair of its feet tight. They passed a pole between the two pairs of feet. The father put the front of the pole on his shoulders. The son put the back of the pole on his shoulders. In this way, the two of them could lift the Llama. They would carry the Llama that way. And that is how they set off to Berkshire.

While going on their way, they were seen by villagers who could not believe their eyes. They laughed and laughed. “Look!” they called out. “Did you ever see such a thing? Two men are carrying a Llama!” They called out, Old man!”  People do not carry a horse, or an ox.  People do not carry a Llama! It is they that have to carry us on their backs!”

“Oh!” said the father. He and his son took down the Llama. They untied the feet. Said the father, “We cannot both ride the Llama, for he is not strong enough to carry us both. Ride alone on the Llama, and I will follow you”, and that is what they did.