Lost in the Desert

I once sold a man a camel that didn't have any humps. I was miles away with his money before he realised it was a donkey.

I sold tour guides at the Great Pyramid, and gave out maps with directions to the Crap Pyramid. I was safely down by the Red Sea before any of the tourists realised there was no Crap Pyramid. I'm not sure why anyone tried to find it. The name says it all.

At first, nobody came looking for me when I got lost in the desert. Or maybe they did. The maps I had sold them had the desert wrong too.

It's not fun being stuck in the desert. Anyone who says it is probably can live without water for extended periods of time. My camel is writing a book about it, for instance.

Of course, finally someone came to find me. It was a man riding a donkey. He wanted his money back because his donkey had a hump.

'I didn't sell you that,' I said.
'Yes, you did,' he said.

Then we just stared at each other for a while.

'You did!' he said again, after the while was up.
'Now don't start that again, ' I said. 'I sell donkeys and say they are camels. You've got a camel that someone told you was a donkey. That's a whole other thing going on.'

We argued about this for a while. Eventually I took pity on the poor fellow. I gave him a good price on an invisible stallion and he rode off into the sunset, thinking he had a horse under him. So he was happy.

And that's all well and good, but I'm still stuck in the desert. At least I have something to read, though. If we ever get out of here, my camel's going to be a bestseller.