How the Camel got his hump

In the beginning. when the world was new and the animals were jut beginning to work for man, there was a camel,

and he lived in the middle of a howling desert because he did not want to work. He ate sticks and thorns and pickles, and when anybody spoke to him he said "Humph!  Just Humph!" and no more.

    Presently the horse came to him on Monday morning, with saddle on his back and said, "Camel, O Camel, come out and trot like the rest of us.”

   “Humph!” said the Camel, and the Horse went away and told the Man. 

       Presently the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth, and said, 

“Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us.”             “Humph!” said the Camel, and the Dog went away and told the Man. 

     Presently the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck, and said, “Camel, O Camel, come and plough like the rest of us.”               “Humph!” said the Camel, and the Ox went away and told the Man. 

    At the end of the day the Man called the Horse and the Dog and the Ox together, and said, “Three, O Three, I’m very sorry for you;

but that Humph-thing in the Desert can’t work, or he would have been here by now, so I am going to leave him alone, and you must work double-time to make up for it.” 

      That made the Three very angry, and they held a panchayat on the edge of the Desert; and the Camel came chewing cud and laughed at them. Then he said “Humph!” and went away again.               Presently there came along the Djinn who was in charge of All Deserts, rolling in a cloud of dust.

    “Djinn of All Deserts,” said the Horse, “is it right for anyone to be idle?” 

    “Certainly not,” said the Djinn. 

    “Well,” said the Horse, “there’s a thing in the middle of your Desert with a long neck and long legs, and he hasn’t done a stroke of work since Monday morning. He won’t trot.” 

      “Whew!” said the Djinn whistling, “That’s my Camel. What does he say about it?” “He says ‘Humph!’, and he won’t plough,” said the Ox. “Very good,” said the Djinn. “I’ll humph him if you will kindly wait a minute.”

The Djinn rolled himself up in his dust-cloak, and took a walk across the Desert, and found the Camel looking at his own reflection in a pool of water.

         “My friend,” said the Djinn, “what’s this I hear of your doing no work?” 

         The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his hand, while the Camel looked at his own reflection in the pool of water. 

        “You’ve given the three extra work ever since Monday morning, all on account of your idleness,” said the Djinn. And he went on thinking with his chin in his hand.

“Humph!” said the Camel. 

“I shouldn’t say that again if I were you,” said the Djinn; “you might say it once too often. I want you to work.”

         And the Camel said “Humph!” again; but no sooner had he said it than he saw his back, that he was so proud of, puffing up and puffing up into a great big hump. 

        “Do you see that?” said the Djinn. ‘‘That’s your very own humph that you’ve brought upon your very own self by not working. Today is Thursday, and you’ve done no work since Monday, when the work began. Now you are going to work.”

         “How can I,” said the Camel, “with this humph on my back?”             ‘‘That has a purpose,” said the Djinn, “all because you missed those three days. You will be able to work now for three days without eating, because you can live on your humph; and don’t you ever say I never did anything for you. Come out of the Desert and go to the Three, and behave.” 

        And the Camel went away to join the Three. And from that day to this the Camel always wears a humph (we call it ‘hump’ now, not to hurt his feelings); but he has never yet caught up with the three days that he missed at the beginning of the world, and he has never yet learned how to behave.

                                                                        RUDYARD KIPLING

                                                                                           (abridged)