be an Indian guard rather than a princess with a beard that was starting to grow. At least it was
funny. The things that go through your head when stung by a spider are pretty hilarious. Out of
my left eye I saw Thomas alive and well desperately trying to manage his own camel. “We are
saved, bring us home good pink Nomad!!!” I screamed.
“But sir, we did not complete our mission,” Thomas whispered.
Suddenly, it all came back to me … “Dear Thomas, I believe we did our very best to get the
1000l ice cream order to the Desert base as fast as we could, that’s why we crashed. We will
advise, in future, to deliver by rocket.”
