San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-13
Foxy Grandpa's
Stories
He Certainly Didn't Have
Good Manners,

We were up in Northern India
near the Thibetan border and you
should have seen the strange house in
which We stopped one night to sleep.
The Hindoo was very kind. He
made us curry and gave us the very
best he had and he was particularly
interested in Bunny.
1t was dusk when we arrived there,
but Bobby had inspected the place
MS only little boy can and before he
went to sleep that night he said to
me:
Foxy Grandpa, there's a funny
animal out there in that shack which
looks like q horse-but l don't think
it is a horse and / don't think it is
q COW. Wonder what it ISL"
l couldn't guess and Bunny was so
far under the blankets that he hadn't
heard what Bobby said, so 1 suppose
the boy went to sleep determined to
settle this thing as soon as he woke
up.
For the next morning he was out
bright and early and when / was
dressed and saw him for the first time
he exclaimed:
"Its llama. Foxy Grandpa, and
you might think it was a horse the
way the man keeps it."
mo reason why not" said Bunny,
coming out into the sunlight with a
paw in each pocket.
We had breakfast and then our
Hindoo friend made some gestures
which we thought meant that he had
TO 20 some place but would be back.
So we waved TO him and watched him
as he went to his so-called stable.
Imagine our surprise when in
few minutes that same gentleman
came out of the stable leading the
llama by a halter, got up on his back
and rode off.
"What do you think of that?"
gasped Bobby.
Now, next TO fishing, there is moth
ing Bobby likes to do more than rid
ing horseback, and when he saw the
possibility of riding HANBACK, l knew
he would speak of it in minute.
! was right, for in few seconds
Bobby said:
IL certainly would like to take
ride on that fellow"
"Perhaps the Hindoo will let you"
said. -,
Bobby was nervous and figety all
that day and when our friend returned
toward evening, Bobby hung around
him like fly around cherry pie.
1 managed to explain to the Hindoo
that my little friend would like to
ride his llama, and when he under
stood me he grinned and showed his
white teeth and almost touched the
ground with his turban.
"Great," said Bobby the next morn
ing when he was up on the llama
back and ready to trot down the road.
His little face was like full moon
as he turned and waved TO me, but
when he, returned his face was not so
bright. ] wondered if he had had an
accident, for / couldn't imagine what
had happened.
He rode his charger up TO the
stable. dismountcd and walked slowly
toward the house. Then without a
word he went to the spring, took n
basin of water and washed his face
thoroughly. At first l thought the
boy must be sick TO do such a strange
thing as that. But he wasn't. He was
only disguised.
He came and sat down by me and
said: :,
well. Bobby. tell me about 1t.
What kind of n gait has llamaT
"He's all right as far as the riding
goes. Foxy Grandpa. But llamas
are very queer"
"In what way?" I asked.
an their manners" stated Bobby.
"Do they shy?" I asked.
"No-worse."
"What do you meant" I asked.
'Foxy Grandpa" said Bobby. do
You know what that llama did? j
had ridden him quite distance when
he turned his head right around and
what did he do, but spit right in my
FACET
THAT was Just his way Of telling
YOU he thought you had ridden him
long enough" said Bunny. Most of
them will do that"
81 wondered what made you wash
your face so PROMPTLY" l chuckled,
rafting Bobby's curly head.
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