The camel dragged its long, spindly legs through the fuzzy, barren wasteland. He was tired and alone. After being kicked under the bed six weeks ago, the camel had been thirsty and hungry, praying for someone to find him. He made the long quest, over Mt. Dirty Sock and through the Valley of Lost Hair Ties, to reach salvation. It was almost always dark under the bed, and the camel feared the sounds of broken Zu-Zu pets and the lightning flash of the laptop charger. It was a vast world and the poor camel had no one to turn to, until one day, he heard a familiar shaking and the pop of a top. It could only mean one thing. The crackers were coming. Suddenly, like hail on a tin roof, the sound of hundreds of animal crackers hitting the floor echoed through the camel’s ears. The boy had dumped them out on the floor to play with them. It was a sadistic and morbid thought, but maybe it was normal for humans to play with smaller animals in such a fashion. With one last hope, the camel took the last of his strength and ran towards the light at the edge of the bed. He was greeted with cheers and laughter as he was finally able to rejoin his best friends, the bear and the anteater. They rejoiced and celebrated the return of their found companion, until the little boy bit off their heads. The end.