“Why aren’t the llamas spitting?” pouted Rosie.

“Well they don’t spit all the time, honey,” explained Dad.

“But I wanna see ’em spit!”

“Sorry, dear,” said Dad. “Maybe next time.”

But the damage was done. It would take little Rosie twenty-three years to overcome today’s shattering of her expectoration expectations.

This story was based on a suggestion from @MisterFiendZero, who sent in the title as a story prompt via Twitter.