The Quest For Life

Directly following the red satin socks, Peter could only see through one of his lenses. Bright and dusty, the camels sneezed and chewed loudly, heckling Peter as he went about his quest.

"Bastards!" He shouted, as loud as his thirst depraved lungs allowed. Letting the camels know he isn't mad yet.

Falling down the hill he found a golden wellie. Peter chuckled, after all this time, he was almost there.

Each step became harder as he edged closer.

Reaching the fountain it suddenly dawned on Peter, he wasn't searching for anything apart from home.

Those camels would have been handy.