pieces. He was starting to think how this would save them. He had an idea.
“I want you two to go search inside.” he said as he pointed at a middle-aged man and a young
woman, “If you find anything interesting report to me immediately.”
The man and woman entered the aircraft and began their search. It wasn’t long until the lady
was running over to the chief.
“Chief, Chief,” the woman said, “there is water, and food, and all sorts of things. I’ll show you,
please come.”
The chief followed the woman into the helicopter. Green water was dripping down from the
ceiling and into the floor as soon as he entered. The air inside was foul, as if eggs were laid out
for a long time.
The woman led the chief into a room in the rear end. Inside was a kitchen. He could see some
sort of foods and liquids lying around. He didn’t care what it was or if bacteria had gotten inside.
He just wanted his people to be hopeful. He called the man to come over and help him carry
everything outside.
When the people saw what they had brought it was as if they’ve been recharged. Grins
stretched across their weary faces, as they cheered.
“I know this is exciting, but we need to store this food. Who knows how long we’ll be here.”
The chief passed out tinned food and water. The people demolished it greedily. The rest of the
food was put inside a straw bag, they had found and dragged it. He signaled the tribe to carry on
walking, and so they did.
They carried on their journey with casual stops. The state of the people was improving. Their
bodies were growing stronger. Their speed was increasing every day. Very soon they could see
a village but it wasn’t theirs. A big farm of camels was near them. It must’ve been the village’s
camels. Just by seeing that farm, the chief had a sneaky plan. Soon the word spread out and
everyone knew what to do.
The tribe walked quietly towards the farm. There was a gate to keep the camels in and
village men herding them. The chief climbed over the gates and unlocked it. The gate made such
a screech the men quickly noticed what had just happened. The chief ran for his life as he got
everyone a camel. There was one camel left. It was clearly very old and very, very slow. The men
nearly caught it, but it kicked them off one by one and ran freely with the chief.
The ride towards their village seemed quicker from then on. The people slept on their camels
as the chief’s camel lead the rest. Then at the distance the chief could see tents. It was their tribe.
They were finally home.
