Now they're free to wander and browse at will and seem quite content. Alpacas are a lot like goats. They love to nibble on the low-hanging branches of the trees in the pasture. There are a number of crabapples out there and every one of them is bare from the ground to the tops of the alpacas' heads. With the grass turning steadily browner, the boys have turned to searching for any stray crabapples that may have been overlooked by Rowan and Zephyr, both of whom are not only older, but unfortunately taller than the boys.
But even here, Abel just can't win. All that three-legged stall rest seems to have given Cain an edge. His back legs are stronger than ever.
|Cain: Do you see any? I don't see any.|
|Abel: Oo Oo, right here, I found one.|
|Cain: Well, hey wait a minute, brother. What about these up here? There are lots up here.|
Abel: Wait what...how'd you...what?
|Abel: This is just. not. fair.|
|Abel: Brothers. Phfttttt.|