messiah, the female Arabian camel, mewed at the pink morning sun with discontent. she lent down for a mouth full of dewy hay. the air would dry quickly this morning. she would be made to pass across more dunes. her back clad with trinkets of gold, leather and paper.
the merchant with her was short. too short to reach her back unless she knelt for him to climb on. messiah, the female Arabian camel, was wise enough never to kneel if the short merchant was near by. so at least she could walk slowly without added weight across the desert.