Sun of the eighth day

Once upon a time, long ago, in Palestine, before my father married my mother, I was a farmer, and I owned a camel that was the best friend I had among all the creatures I knew. Although some people thought that it was a camel like all camels, I knew that no camel resembled it. I say this because many people believe that as long as this beautiful creature has a hump, a long neck, and four legs, it is like any other. This bothered me, and I can add without exaggeration: it also bothered the camel; and that was clear when one day a man in the market approached me and asked, "Are you selling me this camel?" I replied, "This is a camel that is not for sale." He responded mockingly, "Why isn't it for sale? After all, it is a camel like all camels."