The Curious Camel Case
International Christian School, Sophie Ho, Fiction: Group 2
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s the clouds drifted over the moon, a silent figure crept into the darkness. The camels
twitched uncertainly as the black shadow stirred in the night. The individual froze
as the sound of villagers traveled closer. The busy townspeople never noticed the
mysterious creature sneaking into the dark.
The next day, as the bright, fiery sun rose, a nervous chatter ripped through the village in the
Gobi Desert. The news passed down from mouth to mouth, reaching a young boy.
Waving his arms frantically, the young boy interrupted his sister’s vivid imaginations.
“Helen, I’ve got news! Big news!” screamed the enthusiastic child. Helen, on the other hand,
acted very mature.
Believing the news would be useless, Helen barely took a glance at Alan. Ignoring him, she
continued to daydream.
“You remember the old lady?”
“You mean, Mrs. Garner, our neighbor.”
“Mrs. Garner told me something, amazing!” Alan cleared his throat.
“She said … there was … a robbery!”
“What?” Helen blinked her sapphire blue eyes. Was her cheeky, naughty, and noisy brother
talking about a serious theft?
“Continue.” Helen said.
“Mrs. Garner said a robbery happened at the camel-renting station!” Alan finished in one breath.
“Any clues, time, witnesses or suspects?” demanded Helen. Her notebook lay in her lap, a
pencil grasped in her hand. Alan puffed out his chest.
“Ms. Lydia, the assistant at the shop, reported to the police that all the camels disappeared!
Best of all, gigantic footprints were found around the stable!” Alan announced excitedly.
“Someone needs to discover the thief!” Helen’s eyes opened wide.
“Of course it’s us!” Alan answered.
“But … why us?”
“Because it was our dream, Helen, to be junior detectives!”
Her memories started rushing towards her. A memory of her brother and herself pretending to
be real detectives came bursting into her mind.
“Okay. Let’s do it!” she decided.
“Do what?”
“We’re going to solve this mystery!”
In a blink of an eye, the two children zoomed across the village. The camel-renting station
appeared, at the edge of the village. Helen knocked on the door.
A young and beautiful woman peered nervously out of a tiny gap and opened the door.
“Oh, look who we have here!”
“Uh, hi?” Alan waved his hands, flapping them side to side.
Helen nudged her brother and introduced themselves.
“Good morning, Ms. Lydia. I am Helen Lopez and this is-”
“Alan. Alan Lopez.” Alan interrupted, flicking his hair, charmed by this gorgeous woman.
