The boy, or Empty-Sockets Shafaqat, as he

The boy, or Empty-Sockets Shafaqat, as he was known, tugged on his camel's rope and lead him to the the tallest dune. Every Bedouin knew it was actually the camel who lead the boy.

Because the camel was a natural born leader. The camel's eyes instilled confidence. It's groans made men rally and cheer behind it. But the camel had no direction because it was

using Patrick Starr's "weast" compass. The sand was aggravating the camel's toe, so I decided to carry our leader on my back for a change. I soon exhausted our Gatorade rations and

was forced to drink the sweat from the toe of the camel. We were saved when we came upon a Moose Lodge shaped like a giant moose. Hidden in the knuckle of the moose was

"The Whale Tail" bar. "I SHOT FIRST, DAMN IT! To hell with all you PC pansies!!" slurred Han from a dark corner. A permanent and vicious sneer complimented the scar on his chin

. Hans' greasy hair complemented his caked trousers. His bloodshot eyes complemented his broken veined nose. His malodorous breath complemented his general stench. And he was drunk

on sugar and spice and everything nice. "Gretel," he choked through the blood in his throat. His sister crouched over Hans' dying body. "I...love..." Gretel thrust a yanagi knife

into Hansel's scrotum before he could reveal the secret. No one must ever know that they, Hansel & Gretel, were not really siblings.The whole story, it was made up! Gretel stood up

,horrified at what had just happened. "I saw & heard the whole thing," a crackly voice spoke behind her. The Witch! Gretel turned, ready to use her weapon again."I didn't kill Hans