THE CAMEL AND HIS MASTER
 ONE night a Camel looked into the tent where his master was lying and said:
"Kind master, will you not let me put my head inside of the door?
For the wind blows very cold to-night."
"Oh, yes," said the Man. "There is plenty of room."
So the Camel moved forward and stretched his head
into the tent. "Ah!" he said,
"this is what I call comfort."
In a little while he called to his master again.
"Now if I could only warm my neck also," he said.
"Then put your neck inside," said his master, kindly.
"You will not be in my way."
"The Camel did so, and for a time was very well
contented. Then, looking around, he said:
"If I could only put my forelegs inside I would feel a
great deal better."
His master moved a little and said:
"You may put your forelegs and shoulders inside,
for I know that the wind blows cold to-night."
 The Camel had hardly planted his forefeet within the tent when
he spoke again:
"Master," he said, "I keep the tent open by standing here.
I think I ought to go wholly within."
"Yes, come in," said the Man. "There is hardly room for us both,
but I do not want to keep you out in the cold."
So the Camel crowded into the tent. But he was no sooner inside
than he said: "You were right when you said there was hardly room
for us both. I think it would be better for you to stand outside
and so give me a chance to turn round and lie down."
Then, without more ado, he rudely pushed the Man out at the door,
and took the whole tent for himself.