but their responses were negative. “Well, maybe, but I’m not so keen on helping camels.” “Camels
are food, not friends!” “ Impossible! That’s suicide!” “Nada, zip, zero. There is no chance I’ll help
camels!” However, after Raliek told them about how I had saved him, they finally agreed to help.
On the night of the raid, the other wolves created a distraction by howling in front of the
nomad’s yurt. The nomads tossed and turned, until they couldn’t bear the noise anymore. “ Who is
howling out there!” “I can’t sleep!” “I don’t know about you, but I’m going outside to investigate.”
While the nomads angrily marched out to investigate the source of the raucous, assorted howls,
Raleik and I silently crept to the stables. Raliek burst through the fabric walls while I reassured
the other camels that Raliek was not going to kill us. “Calm down Mom, that wolf is my friend.
He is going to help us get free from this place. After Raliek used his sharp teeth to shred the ropes
that bound the camels, our herd dashed out the hole in the wall and into the Gobi Desert, free
at last. “Ah, to taste the fresh desert air and feel sand under my feet again as I run!” “I have my
freedom back!” “It is our right to roam the desert!” As we continue our journey south, we will
never forget the favour the wolves did for us.
So, this is my story. But, this is only one of the many interesting stories that make up life.
Maybe, yours could be one of them too. Still, my story is done, at least for now....
