"I believe I am free to follow whom I like," your camel says with a hint of affectation, barging through the crowd and coming to stand beside you. Gratefully, you pull yourself up and swing up onto her back.
One plucky young man calls out again. "But...he's riding you! Aren't you feeling oppressed? Don't you want a name?"
"It is my choice not to have a name. Good day to you."
When you are a safe distance away, you pat her neck gratefully and wipe your brow.
"Thank you."
"Hmm...you will pay for it later."
You smile. "Almonds?"
"The finest almonds."
Laughing, you bend forward to kiss her head and gently coax her onward.
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