At 7:30 in
At 7:30 in the morning on the first day of the holiday, I set out on the journey to find the "Alpaca".
During this time, I climbed up the slope, went down the stairs, and walked on the small path in the mountains using my hands and feet. Due to the drought, the path is covered with dirt. "Alpaca", "Alpaca", where are you? I guess by the time I find you, I'll have become a native.
"Alpaca", when I saw you, I couldn't help but feel relieved. You are not as ugly as the legend says, but rather "kawaii" - your furry appearance is very much like a poodle; your head looks like a sheep, a horse, and a camel, combining their cute features and discarding their ugly features. You walked towards me with your chin shaking and your ears fluttering. It's a pity that I don't have any food to feed you, otherwise I would feed you like a baby deer.
There is a sign outside the cage that introduces you. After reading it, I have a deeper understanding of you: You are from South America and are a foreign guest! There are only three million left in the world. You love to eat alpine thorn plants. Your original name is alpaca. You live in a group, with a strong male camel as the leader. Your head is like a camel, with a protruding nose, upright ears, a slender neck, and no hump. You can't chirp, you can only make an occasional "hum" sound. Your hair is long and curly, reaching a length of twenty to forty centimeters, is shiny, and can form large curls, like a fashionable permed head. You have a gentle temperament, are human-like, and don't eat much, so you are really easy to raise!
At this time, a "grass mud horse" came towards me, looked at me friendly, with the corners of its mouth slightly upturned, as if smiling at me. Was it laughing at the little guy standing in front of you, covered in dirt, trying to find you and to catch a glimpse of you?