I like the brown one,” said Leslie.
“I like the gray one,” said Brie. The girls stood by the fence and watched the two llamas. The llamas watched them right back.
A lady came out of the barn. “Hi,” she said cheerfully. “Are you my new neighbors?”
“We just moved in over there,” Leslie pointed across the road at their new house. “I’m Leslie and she’s Brie.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said the lady. “I’m Stacy, and those handsome boys are Cal and Sterling, my llamas.”
Cal, the brown one, and Sterling, the gray one, walked over
