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At first, he raged. He tried to decree the river to part, the sun to move faster, the village children to stop laughing at his fuzzy ears. But the river ignored him. The sun baked him. And the children threw dandelions at his nose.

The Groove of the Humble Llama

The next morning, when the spell broke— pop —Kuzco didn’t run back to the throne. He ran back to the village. He built a swing. He carried a basket. He let a child paint a flower on his royal tunic. locuras del emperador

“You’re heavy for a holy animal,” the farmer grunted, lifting Kuzco over a mud puddle. At first, he raged

Kuzco wanted to sneer, I weigh exactly eighty pounds of pure imperial majesty. But only a pathetic hrumph came out. The sun baked him