As the last straw floated down on the camel's back, the outsiders remarked disgustedly, "What a weak ass camel!" The camel would have spit on them had he any strength left to do so. Funny, how they saw the landing of the single, solitary strand but not the baggage, strapped and covered in sheets. "Weakling! No right to bear the name camel!" says the ones whose silk hands mistake Prestige with Good Fortune.
In pain... The camel chuckles at them. Outsiders.