Long ago and far away, a young boy carried a heavy load from the market, there, his father traded vegetables for meat, and other family necessities.
“Mind you go straight home now,” his father commanded, “and don’t go near the well.”
However, the day being hot and dusty, the boy ignored his father’s instruction, a cool drink at the village well was all he could think of.
Surrounding the well were a number of drinking troughs for the animals, some of which were being filled by people who owned cattle and camels.
Looking around, the boy saw a very dry trough at which stood a solitary camel, looking most thirsty.
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