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July 19, 2013

There's a party at my house in the middle of winter. All the family on my father's side, Lana, and a few I don't know are in and around the house. There's a big Easter egg hunt in the surrounding forest for the younger kids, with quite intense with the hiding spots.

After some festivities and such, my cousin and I watch the last children find their giant plastic eggs with little chocolates inside.

"Hey," I say, turning to Em. "We should go and find the eggs that the kids missed."

"Sure," says Em. "I'll go get my stuff on."

As she leaves I walk into the foyer, funning down the front steps to ask Lana if she wants to join, and of course the chocolate-lover says yes. Walking back inside I run into my older brother, asking him if he wants to come with us.

"Sure," he says. "Just let me go to the washroom first."


As I pace around the front half of the house- an annoying habit I'd picked up -I notice 5-year-old Near sitting on the couch in the living room. His eyes were closed as he lay against the red decor pillow, the soft sounds of complex math problems from his MP3 player. Instead of waking him like a normal person (which apparently seemed fit in this situation), I ran my fingers through his soft, white hair, causing his eyes to open. But they were black, sclera and all, fading into more regular colors.

"Yes?" He said in a calm, yet not annoyed voice.

"Awww! You're like a baby animal!" I gush, not wanting to say sheep. "My friends and I are going to find all the eggs the other kids missed, want to come with us?"

"I suppose I could. It sounds like fun. Just let me get my stuff on."


I walked outside and joined Lana, still waiting outside for everyone. She left to go ask Matt and Mello if they wanted to join our little egg-finding army, so I stood in the doorframe. Having two cats and two dogs has given me quick you-can't-go-out reflexes that grab/block the pets path. Which is why when I felt two fast moving bodies heading towards the door I was able to catch them.

Which is why I sat there with a llama in one arm and a piece of machinery labeled 'Computer Llama' in the other.

I still don't know why there was two llamas in my house.