A group of us are chilling in some kind of res building or apartment or hotel. Just some good hangouts in a few rooms. Casually, I’m looking outside and I see a giant llama in the chain-link-fenced parking lot of a nearby building. We gather at the window to watch. It climbs on a parked car and looks like it is about to go over the fence. Then it backs away and wanders around some more. Maybe 15 metres away, we notice another llama, almost as big, and also in that parking lot. Suddenly, they both vault the fence and are loose. Up in the room, we’re freaking out -- this is too cool, man. Crazy giant llamas roaming around, who knows what kind of havoc will ensue?
Some of us make our way outside, where it is now nighttime. We find a large-scale hunt under way. A perimeter has been established, the street blocked off with fire engines, lights flashing about us.
Man, now those llamas must be freaking out.
A group of people go in behind a dark storefront to the rear parking lot. I don’t even know if the llamas are back there, but everyone seems certain.
Then, the branches of the couple of silhouetted trees in front of the store start to move, curling and uncurling. The building itself seems to grow, stretch upwards -- and I realize that those aren’t branches, and that’s not the building that’s growing, it’s a giant elephant that was asleep on the shadowy roof.
I don’t know how they’ll deal with this one.
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