Day 599:<\/p>\n
The llamas are back! And this time they were accompanied by a man – humanoid at least. He was holding their leashes. (Are they called leashes when they’re on llamas?) The llama man turned out to have a limited vocabulary of mostly “Huh?” and “Ahhh” but between his hand gestures and mine I figured out he was some sort of trader. He wouldn’t come inside, but he was willing to trade some of my emeralds for what appears to be dye — black\u00a0and<\/em> hot pink!<\/p>\n I can make\u00a0colorful<\/em> socks, folks! This is amazing!<\/p>\n Of course, now it means that I have to cut the wool off the sheep again to dye it…<\/p>\n Anyway, that wasn’t the only amazing thing. As dark was falling I tried to invite the trader in again, to keep him safe, and he shook his head no. He pulled out a bottle from his cloak and drank it… and disappeared.<\/p>\n I kid you not.<\/p>\n Freakin’ disappeared, invisible except for the llama leashes.<\/p>\n So it was him! Or someone like him! Who visited me the last time!<\/p>\n If there was ever a day that made me think the falling cow gave me a concussion it was this one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day 599: The llamas are back! And this time they were accompanied by a man – humanoid at least. He was holding their leashes. (Are they called leashes when they’re on llamas?) The llama man turned out to have a limited vocabulary of mostly “Huh?” and “Ahhh” but between his hand gestures and mine I … <\/p>\n