Pack Donkey

"See kid, what did I tell ya?  It was only a matter of time..."

 "You know Ma, I don't think he's noticed that he's supposed to be a pack donkey yet.  You do know that he still has the attention span of a drunken butterfly don't you?" 

"It doesn't matter Em, it's just pretend anyway.  He is still a bit young to actually do anything."

"That's good because you're going to have to pry him away from that rope he's playing with.  Besides, I bet you haven't figured out what to put in the pack either."

"Hey, I'm working on it!"

"Well, let me know when you get that figured out."
"Hey Ramsey...Baby....Yo, Kid!  Are you paying attention?

"HRRMPH??"

"You see what I mean?"

"Let me give it a try...Hey Ramsey, you know, I've had at least five people tell me recently that you look like a camel or a llama.  Even Bif mentioned it.   What's that about do you think?"

"HUH, WHA...ME?? WHAT'D YOU SAY...A CAMEL?!?  i'M NOT A CAMEL!  i'M A PACK DONKEY! CAN'T YOU TELL?"...

"Ah, that's better, nice to see that you finally noticed."
   
"HUMPH, WHAT THE HECK IS A LLAMA ANYWAY??"

"Never mind, you'll grow out of it.  And hey, you look quite the proper pack donkey for the moment.  You even have the whole color thing going for you."   

"YEAH!  THAT'S me, BEST PACK DONKEY EVER!  JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE TOO, i'LL BE EVEN BETTER AT IT ONCE i FIGURE OUT WHAT A PACK DONKEY IS."