An Arab and his wife were halfway through a brutal desert crossing when, without warning, their camel suddenly dropped to the sand and refused to budge.
The Arab yanked the reins, smacked it with his stick, cursed at the blazing sun, and even called on God for help.
Nothing worked.
The camel just sat there staring at him like a lazy king on a throne.
His wife, standing behind the animal, sighed and said,
“Move aside… let me try.”
A second later—
WHACK!
The camel exploded upright and bolted across the desert like it had just seen the devil himself.
The Arab stared in shock.
“What in Allah’s name did you do?!”
His wife calmly replied,
“I kicked him hard between the back legs… right on that little bag hanging there.”
The Arab watched the camel disappear into the horizon… then slowly bent over, grabbed his ankles, and pointed his backside toward his wife.
“Alright,” he groaned,
“Go ahead.”
She blinked.
“Go ahead and do what?”
The Arab sighed:
“Kick me in the same place… because I’ve got to catch the bloody camel!”
