Sammy the Camel
He looked so lethargic sitting there in the parking lot of the oldest city in the world. I was perplexed as to why they harnessed him and tortured him in the cruel hot sun. I am no veterinarian of desert animals, but I knew something wasn't right. My friend didn't want me to ride the camel. Neither did I!
They were persistent, unwavering; they just wanted to see me smile. Before I headed up to the Mount of Temptation to pray I got a horseback ride from this camel. Oh his poor rickety legs and arthritic spine. If you were able to read his eyes you would have seen that I am a tad bit overweight. That poor camel!
I begged the men to give Sammy some ice cream when we were done for all the abuse they put him through. Sammy's smile was hideous and in between his teeth it looked like glue. My heart was crushed, but what was I to do? About 15 minutes later the irritated camel tried to bite a young girl dressed in blue. She jumped about 5 feet to escape her demise. He wanted to call it a day. The handlers just wanted to earn their keep.
I used to feel sorry for all the stray emaciated cats here in Israel. They prance around the city meowing all through the night. Poor cats!...Now I have made room in my heart for the camels too!
gwendolen rix
8-8-15
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015
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