//Fiction Story Time

Albert awoke with a start. Lying on his stomach he had gotten sand in his mouth, which he assumed had awaken him. Looking over at the charred pile next to him it was clear that Alfred hadn't been doing his job and had fallen asleep again. Albert spat what sand he could from his dry mouth and sat up.
Their camel, Greg, was sleeping with his belly to the stars as he usually did. To anyone else the camel might have looked dead. As Albert began to stand, Greg let out a very large bletch which sent a small shockwave of sand out from beneath his massive body. Greg was an abnormally large camel and let out abnormally large gas bubbles from his insides. Luckily, Albert thought, it was from the front end this time.
Waddling over to the small space where there once was a fire, Albert kept his eyes to the stars. He could clearly see the Snowman shaped pattern Alfred had noticed earlier. Next to it was the rabbit he himself had named "Timothy" and the hedgehog beside that Alfred had named "Todd" (with two d's). Albert looked over at the sleeping pile of rags that was Alfred and smiled.
With one last sigh Albert looked back at the stars and then back down to the pile of ash at his feet. He pondered if it was worth starting the fire again.