One Saturday when he was there, sitting absolutely still on the bank, with ten packets of crisps still unopened at his side, all of a rush up galloped Arfa the camel.

'Oh Ignatius,' he said, as he clattered to a standstill, 'I don't know what to do.

The Council's offered me a new house, but it's miles away, and I've got to go and see it this afternoon. Can you come with me? I need some help.'

"Fraid not, old man,' said the mouse. 'Any other time I'd love to come, but I'm in the middle of fishing now.'

So Arfa went away.