The camel sauntered with pomp– its head swayed from side to side-; the man’s gait, however, was cold and rigid as if on a military march. An imperial mustache sat atop his lips and accentuated his wide forehead and thick jawline.
“This is a fine camel you got here,” Jabbar complimented as he stopped by them. The camel stopped first, the man followed.
“Thank you! ” the reply came but from the camel!
Flabbergasted, his hand remained frozen mid-air as he was about to pat the camel’s shoulder. He let drop it drop to his side eventually but not before the camel rolled his eyes at him as if saying: “here we go again!”.