LLama-ette fighting

The LMC entourage went to Belvedere Plantation on Sunday to link up with Robbo, The Butcher's Wife, and the gels for a day of hay rides, pig races, corn mazes, zip lines, pumpkin cannons, and pugil-stick fighting. Robbo's two younger gels squared off in a inflatable ring, holding over-sized padded pugil stick and standing on inflated posts. The object of the match was to knock one's opponent off the post. Watching them enter the ring, I mentally put my money on the younger one who has the killer instinct. The middle gel mounted the post, picked up her stick, and assumed a defensive posture while her younger, smaller sister held her stick out like a bayonet at the ready. The first padded stroke was aimed at her older sister's head, knocking her off the post with the younger one winning the round as well as the next three.

Yips! from Robbo: Good times. Good times. And don't forget that at the end of their round, the youngest Llama-ette, still atop her perch, hurled her pugil at her elder sister, lying prone but smiling below. (She missed.) Two gels enter. One gel leaves.

I was also musing while watching the eldest Llama-ette square off against the Missus that there was enough material there for an entire psychiatric conference.