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?
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
should 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 that 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 around and lie down."
Then, without more ado, he rudely pushed the Man out at the door, and
took the whole tent for himself.