What? Yeah.
What with it to me for life.
When
to take the power
of something else.
Yeah, this is the next tale and it tells how the camel got his big h
in the beginning of years when the world was so new and all. And the
animals were just beginning to work for man. There was a camel and he
lived in the middle of a howling desert because he did not want to work.
And besides, he was a howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and
tamarins and milkweed and prickles, most excruciating idol. And when
anybody spoke to him, he said just and no more.
Presently, the horse came to him on Monday morning with a saddle on his
back and a bit in his mouth and said, Camel, oh Camel, come out and trot.
Like the rest of us
said the camel and the horse went away and told the man
presently the dog came to him with a stick in his mouth and said, Camel,
oh Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us. Hm. Said the camel
and the dog went away and told the man
presently the ox came to him with the yoke on his neck and said, Camel, oh
, camel, come and plow. Like the rest of us
said the camel and the ox went away and told, yeah,
you live.
Right.
Oh
Right
and equal and dignity
right
down.
Got you
human. Right?
Recognition.
Ok. And inalienable, right
is the foundation of freedom,
justice
and peace. The world. Well, the navy, let me lose the n
you know, because you can, you can, where is the hell mail? The is picking
up on that feline beat if everything else is, I'm so need to, I swear with
the horn makes you wish you would fall to the play.
But with a square in the, you can set music back, man.
I've heard some kind of birds who tried the thing to catch the Y can
would be to stuff like that. And everybody wants to be a cat. A swear with
a heart makes you wish you weren't born here.
A rinky dinky, dinky with the square. You can set your back to decay.
Smell. RR
wants to be a cat because the cat, the only captain who knows where it's
at. You always has a,
that Papa makes a swing in.
Yeah.
No one can know how I have loved the woods, the trees, the trails of the
wild, the ways of things of slender limbs, of fine nose, of great eager
ears
and the vague and half revealed forms and colors.
I have been their friend and mortal enemy. I have loved them so that I
longed to kill them.
We may look at those antlers now for as long as we wish and whenever we
please, we can, if we dare even put our hands on them, what other memories
permit us such?
And so we did.
Yeah.