What better way to forget your troubles than a trip to stunning Machu Picchu? Unless, of course, the place is lousy with llamas and you happen to have a morbid fear of the ankle-biting Andean amblers.
After pointed accusations from Cedric ("You knew there would be llamas here, didn't you?!") and several lengthy apologies from me ("I will personally hand-wash your little red hat every night for the next month!"), Cedric calmed down and began to relax.
Especially once he realized no health-conscious llama would ever eat a centuries-old gnome with flat feet and wooden teeth.
Next we work on Cedric's fear of John Baird's hair ... Oh, right, that's my unending phobia ...
