"So?" said the Camel. "Ah, very well, let us go home now."
He took the little Jackal kindly on his back and started into the water. When he began to swim he swam out to where the river was the very deepest. There he stopped, and said,—
"Oh, Jackal!"
"Yes," said the little Jackal.
"I have the strangest feeling," said the Camel,—"I feel as if I must roll over."
"'Roll over'!" cried the Jackal. "My goodness, don't do that! If you do that, you'll drown me! What in the world makes you want to do such a crazy thing? Why should you want to roll over?"
"Oh, I don't know why," said the Camel slowly, "but I always roll over after dinner!"
And the little Jackal was drowned, for his sins, but the Camel came safely home.