HUMOROUS FICTION
Mahmoud And The Talking Camel
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the feisty and foolish President of Iran, was coming back from one of his frequent addresses to students, who always agree with him 100%, when a camel walked out onto the road his limo was zipping along.
“Look, a camel,” called his perceptive driver, slamming on the brakes.
“Just give him a minute,” Mahmoud observed sagely, “and I’m sure he’ll cross the road to get to the other side.”
“Why?” the bodyguard next to the driver asked, inadvertently poking himself in the eye with his AK-47.
“To get a drink of water,” witty Mahmoud suggested.
“Ha,” chuckled the driver and the bodyguard, making up, through their feigned camaraderie, the usual “Ha, ha.”
But, instead of behaving as projected, the camel ambled up to the limo and looked in at Mahmoud. Then, quite to the Mayor-turned-President’s surprise, it began to move its lips as if it was speaking in Farsi.
Ever the obliging pawn of the ruling mullahs, Mahmoud rolled down his window, and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Yez, Prez,” the camel replied, with a curious accent that seemed to be due to its rubbery lips.
Astonished, Mahmoud exclaimed, “How can a camel talk?”
“It’z a special gift from Allah.”
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