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He was emotional by nature and responded to children with genuine love.
by MD
Mehdi purchased Delilah from the used camel salesman when his previous "ship of the desert" was totaled in a camel collision resulting from a desert sandstorm. He felt the salesman was asking too high a price for Delilah, especially since she seemed a little ornery and her "emission control" (to put it euphemistically) was obviously faulty. Mehdi did his best to haggle with the dealer, but finally he agreed to the price when the dealer threw in Delilah's young daughter, Scheherazade, although even with that added incentive Mehdi was reluctant. He was emotional by nature and responded to children with genuine love. This was true even when the "children" were young camels. He agreed to the sale.
So the three trekked off into the desert, Mehdi leading Delilah and Scheherazade following docily alongside her mother. It was the start of many daring adventures for the threesome and, in the end, Mehdi realized two camels for the price of one was truly a bargain after all.
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Oxygen is the third most abundant element in the universe and combines with everything.
by TNT
They wandered around the wilderness together - the three of them - and avoided the Forest Service employees who tried to capture them. They accepted handouts from tourists sometimes and had no problem finding forage of fresh grass and leaves. They didn't need anything from those two legged creatures with nets and ropes. They would sidestep, tease, and run away laughing. To be captured they knew was the beginning of slavery to men. No thank you!
They had once belonged to a man who locked them inside a shed or in a corral. He only took them out to pull his wagon or pull a plow. It was hard work and boring. Life was great now that they were free. They could breathe their own air, eat what they wanted. After all oxygen is the third most abundant element in the universe and combines with everything. And that was all they needed to know!
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He refused to cheat on the test.
by RMAF
There was a wilderness test that anyone going out in the wilderness should study for and take. But Franko Nublieano was an over-confident man. He thought he knew it all and he'd just 'wing it.' He thought tests were for students who were earning their college degrees. He was no student. He dropped out of school in the 8th grade. His reading and writing skills were similar to a trained monkey's. So the only way he could pass the test is if he cheated. He refused to cheat on the test so he simply didn't take the test. He thought he could just figure out how to survive out in the wilderness for a year on his own. After all, when he was a little boy his mother would send him out in the fenced-in back yard all afternoon and he survived out there in nature very well.
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By CC
She believed in Feng Shui. He did not. But now that they had
moved to Beijing she felt her tastes were in the ascendancy. One day when he
was heading out to his new bank job she said “You should give careful attention
to which colors you select for your office.” He snorted in derision and slammed
the door behind him on his way out.
Well, he could just have a miserable work life. That was up to him. But she would claim this home as her own. She put on a cheerful yellow dress and a hat with a flower brim. This would set the tone for a cheery shopping expedition.
By the time she had gone two blocks, she was lost. All the
buildings looked the same and they all had funny characters on the signs that
also all looked the same. She fumbled with some of the strange cash he had
given her, and bought a sticky bun from a street vendor. From the way he
laughed she assumed she had overpaid. But no matter. She was demonstrating
abundance. The bun was delicious.
She couldn’t ask directions so finally she just decided to
turn around and retrace her steps. But soon she discovered the very bad Feng Shui
of this city was messing with her usually infallible sense of direction. She felt reconfirmed in the importance and
value of Feng Shui and decided to look for a well balanced place in which to
regroup her energy.
She walked and walked and finally ended up at the docks.
Nothing in this town was well balanced. And here she was, obviously very far
from home. She would have to find the banking district. But there was no-one she
could ask and she still couldn’t read any of the signs. No matter. She squared
away her hat, admired a sliver of ocean visible off the end of the dock, and
set off smartly in a different direction.
She slept standing upright next to a shop filled with bins
and boxes full of old herbs and dessicated animal parts. The Feng Shui was very
bad here but she had no choice. She would soldier on at first light. She would find the bank or her home.
But she never did, and he never went looking for her, at
least as far as we know. Five years later she had become the wandering madwoman
of Beijing and was widely feared by all. Those who saw her would shake their
heads and think those foreigners know
nothing about Feng Shui.
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He was the most disorganized person she had ever met.
by CT
Magnus, her childhood friend, invited her to join him for a trip to Polynesia. She felt comfortable going with him because 1) he'd traveled the world, 2) he made friends easily, and 3) he was gay. His one fault, if you want to call it that, was that he was the most disorganized person she had ever met.
Polynesia was a cultural shock to her. The people were gregarious, but volatile, moving through emotions as fast as a gerbil on a wheel.
She and Magnus rented a sailboat, sailed to a deserted island, and prepared a picnic. However, they trespassed, and several hostile-looking islanders arrived in a long boat to evict them.
It looked like they were in a sticky situation until Magnus invited them to join the picnic by pulling out foot-long hot dogs, regular sized buns, sticks to roast the dogs with, no plates or cutlery and poi as a condiment.
The Islanders bent over laughing at the crazy Americans. All was well.
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