The camel was homesick he wrote a letter on his type write to his beloved friends back in Abu Dhabi in the UEA (the emirates) he could feel the tears comming, it was worst than getting sand in your eyes at an extremly blowing sandstorm...
He calmed his nerves with a glas of whiskey on the rocks, put on the radio and listened to this experimental glitch art noise band called TRANSVESTITEcamel on Radio Luxembourg (Letzeburg) he was thinking of Ismelada she had two beautifully shaped lumpes on her back, the sexiest ones he had ever seen on a female camel, He also though some of his best friend Kenny the Camel (he was actually the Camel posing for the cigarette make) he rembered how they use to drink coffe together late at night and laught hilariously with eachothers, reciting adventures and other happenings...
He felt that he was without his beloved and without a contry, slurp andother whiskey went down his long trought, he liked the other animals at the circus, but he really missed to talk to a fellow camel, off cause there was one other camel at the circus, but he was born in the desert of Australia and was as alien to him as the lion from Kenya and the PolarBear from Greenland...
well he tought, when I earn enough money I will buy myself a ticket to Abu Dhabi and go back to my contry and my loved ones...
