We traveled for hours. And the hours turned into days. And the days turned into weeks. The camels gave out one by one. Mom and Dad said they had to go back to work, and they turned around and went home. But I was determined, and I pressed on. Finally, the last camel died of exhaustion and I had to walk.
But even while I walked, I continued to look for your present.
Finally, when I had drunk the last of my water, when I had cast away the last of my supplies, when my vision had blurred from the heat and the sun, when I had finally begun to think that I would never escape these endlessly stretching sands, let alone complete my quest, I came to a castle.
