Where is my female camel?
The roar of the lion is grisly.
But I worry about my female camel the one I lost.
And I was walking like I was climbing a mountain, because my legs feel tired.
After a moment I got an idea, I took of out my left eyes and edition top of the spear I had.
I raised the spear to see the far places.
Latter I found my female camel giving birth and sat the tree behind me.
Then I squeezed her udder and got 20 gallon of milk on my T-shirt and hid tin the soil.
After seconds I heard an engine started,
I looked and sow a butterfly racing a motorcycle.
I kept walking, and then I heard chatter on my left side and sow little mouse listening to BBC and writing a news paper.
I sow a street sign that said “end of road”
I put my hand in my back packet and took out another street sign threw tic front.
Twenty yeas later my trip was ended.
One day I felt a very hungry and I remembered my milk.
When I went to the tree where I hid my milk, I found that my T-shirt was gone because of termites, but the milk are still there.
How beautiful is that day.