Labrador meets Llama

It was a tricky day. Moss was high and grits low. Robots, through spirits and divinity, had blown through Mrs. Dowry's yard. Dogs and cats spun in gyrations. It was going for a world-record blusty day. Llamas and toast mix to a flurry. It was, though, not blurry.

There was nothing said about this having to be a coherent story!