The Camels who Came to Dinner

Because you never know what surprises they might bring.

I am a Camel.

I work hard under the unforgiving Sahara sun, but my handler, Ahmed, treats me well. When I was born, the whole camp celebrated for two days straight. Two days—for twins. My sister and I brought our family great joy.

Don’t let anyone tell you that Arabs don’t get drunk. They do—just not as well as we do. They try, anyway. We always beat them, though they hate admitting it. Silly humans.

When we celebrate, we take it seriously—no ifs or buts. For them, it’s almost as important as a business transaction. For us, it’s pure joy. And if we are the reason for the celebration, our parents are treated like royalty. My sister and I were too little to understand what all the commotion was about, but the adult camels knew—even before it happened.

The grannies and aunts started celebrating the moment the elder declared: "Twins!" That single word was worth gold. The humans, in turn, rushed to summon her for an official gathering at the sheikh’s top-tier tent. She knew she’d be treated like a queen, so naturally, she got dressed for the occasion.

Oh, it was a big thing. My cousins talked about it for days, sneaking glimpses of the meeting from a distance. The elder granny, flanked by two chaperone females of her choice, marched into the humans’ tent, adorned as if visiting a palace.

There, they delivered the news of our birth. But since they were already there, they might as well drop a little extra information—who was secretly eyeing whom, who had been sneaking off for some action behind Dune 7 or at Drinking-Hole 10. You know, the usual camel gossip. By the end of the night, both humans and camels were full, happy, and wasted.

And the cousins? Oh, they laughed and laughed, watching the whole mess unfold. It was a sight to behold. We camels love a good gossip session, and when humans get drunk enough, it’s even more fun.

The uncles, though? Well, they passed out before they could even tell their side of the story. Typical. And honestly, they missed the best part—where the rest started discussing the serious stuff: who was the best-looking camel in camp and who had the softest fur. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t them.

Camels like fun—don’t let our “meh” expressions fool you. We can get wild and crazy too.

End of Part 1

Until next time,

Love and Light 💃

René

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