"Aunt Jenny, are you in the desert?" asked my niece. "I will be," I said. "Can you bring me a pyramid? Can you bring me a camel? Can you bring me a mummy?" How's a 5-yr-old know so much about Egypt? "Scooby Doo was in Egypt," she said. "I guess I'll have to search for Scooby." On my search for Scooby, I unexpectedly rode a camel. "Miss, miss," said the camel driver, "have your picture taken with the camel. Don't be afraid, just sit on the camel." "Sit, that's all I want to do. No riding. OK?" "Don't worry, no riding," he promised. As the camel rider whipped a long scarf from the camel's pouch and twisted it around my head, all I could think, was... oh, no I'm going to get lice from this camel
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