When my llamas are bored they get together and dream up strange worlds to explore. Upon checking them late one night, I found the sky full of bubbles instead of stars. Then I noticed the barn had been transformed into a strange cyberspace realm that was not recommended in my Llama Care manual. I demanded an explanation, but not one llama felt I deserved one. I tried to ask again, but words left my mouth as stars tinkling like wind chimes. The llamas loved that and turned my feet to stone so I'd shout more stars in my frustration. Realizing that all their fancy dreams would not clean their barn or feed them tomorrow, they decided I deserved a special treat to restore my good humor. It was then I was introduced to Tashaya, the Goddess of Llamas. She was stunning and had a delicate spiral horn that appeared to be made of fairy dust and honey. She told me twisted tales of other times, powerful and hypnotic. Then she disappeared in the mist and I woke in my bed. I raced to the barn to ask more about Tashaya, but my llamas just chewed their cud and pretended not to know a thing about her. I got the pitchfork and wheelbarrow and started cleaning, but I could still hear her velvet voice and feel her majik all around.

Some of you aren't going to believe a word of this, but it's all true, Witch's Honor! And those of you that spend time with your llamas at night have probably met her too. (Or maybe just those of us that did lots of LSD in the 60's.)