Djinn of all deserts

'Djinn of All Deserts,' said the Horse, 'is it right for any one to be idle, with the world so new-and-all?' 'Certainly not,' said the Djinn. 'Well,' said the Horse, 'there's a thing in the middle of your Howling Desert (and he's a Howler himself) 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, for all the gold in Arabia! What does he say about it?' 'He says "Humph!"' said the Dog; 'and he won't fetch and carry.' 'Does he say anything else?' 'Only "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 bearing across the desert, and found the Camel most 'scruciatingly idle, looking at his own reflection in a pool of water.