The camel dances. The camel has set and become a ballet dancer. To make every movement of sing of grace and beauty, that is my one and only desire for the camel. Again and again she practiced her pirouettes, her relives and her aloe desks. She repeated the five main positions 100 times each day. She worked for long months under the hot desert sun, her feet were blissed out and her body ached with fatigue. But not once did she think of stopping. At last the camel said, now I am a dancer. She announced a recital and danced before an invited group of camel friends and critics. The camel danced before an invited group of camel friends and critics. The dance was over, she ate a deep bow. There was no pass. I must tell you frankly, like the critics and the spokesman for this group, that you are lumpies and humpies. You are baggy and lumpy. You are like the rest of us. Simply a camel. You are not and never will be a ballet dancer. Coupling in life, the audience moved away across the sand. Oh how very wrong they are at the camel. I have worked hard and there can be no doubt that I am a splendid dancer. I will dance and dance and dance just for myself. And that is what she did. And it gave her many years of pleasure. That satisfaction will come to those who please themselves. Thank you.