She was the happiest alpaca in the pen. Her name was "Cotton" because her wool was white and soft like a cloud. Everyone on the farm loved her… until the drought came. There was no more money. There were no more options.
—Today we are having a barbecue —said the farmer, while petting Cotton. And she, innocent, thought it was a game.
They groomed her, bathed her, perfumed her… She had never been so dressed up. She thought it would be her big day. A party just for her! And yes… it was a party. She was the main course.
While she sizzled on the coals, everyone commented on how tender she was.
—I have never tasted something so soft —they said while laughing, with grease dripping down their chins.
In the end, only ashes, bones, and a couple of tufts of wool were left flying in the wind.
"Cotton," the most beloved alpaca, was also the best dinner of the year. A tender... and well-seasoned ending.
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