he just shook his head exasperatingly. Besides, I also learned more about him. He used to live in
Sahara Desert, along with his family, but he was forced by the Mongolian government to leave his
home-desert. He got teary-eyed every time when this topic was bought up.
In the desert, I was amazed that there was actually quite a lot of oases. We were able to drink
water, eat some fruit, or even enjoy the scenery. I fed the camel with a mouthful of grass. He
deserved it for making such a journey.
Finally we reached our destination. It was an army base. I seriously suspected that the portal
was hidden deep inside.
“See, I was not lying! Why would the Mongolian government build an army base around the
portal if they were not planning attacks on other countries?” said the camel triumphantly.
I swallowed hard,
“You were right, camel. But now we must focus on our escape. Do you know any secret
passageway?”
“Yes. My granddad told me about the desert here. There’s a secret route to the portal through
the weapons vault. But we must be careful as I’ve never tried myself.” said the camel.
We slipped through the security with no problem, as the camel was so fast. In the weapons
vault, there were thousands of modern weapons, but we didn’t have time to admire them. We
walked along until I saw a timer bomb. A brilliant idea formed in my brain when I saw it. I
snatched it and slipped it in my pocket.
Finally, we reached the portal. It was the same as the fireplace back in the hotel room. We
waited anxiously as the flames began to change colours. Then I felt a tugging sensation in my
stomach and I was sucked into the portal which would bring me home: Just in time to set on the
timer bomb and threw it outside of the fireplace-----hoping the Mongolian armies were on time
when the bomb exploded.
That was the story I fed to the doctor, and that’s why I was called for a mentality check.
The doctor told me that I landed in a public swimming pool with a camel on my side. An
ambulance bought me and the swimmers who were hit by me and the camel to the hospital. As for
the camel, a local animal association took him in and sent him back to Sahara Desert while I was
in coma (We haven’t said goodbye, but I knew he would be happy with his family).
After my effective threat, the doctor didn’t force me to do the mentality check again. In fact, I
haven’t seen him since then.
I always ask for newspapers from the nurses. There would be nothing more delightful for me if
I’ve seen the following headline:
“Army Base in Gobi Desert Exploded into Ashes”
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