Getting a kiss on the cheek by a pretty woman is soooo wonderful. But I can't understand why I don't have wretched breath. I drink so much kash.........Wait a minute - I usually drink whole-grained kash. I wonder if it's so good for a person, that it won't let your breath go bad???? I don't remember anybody telling me my breath was bad - of course...I don't usually remember things from the previous night's drinking.

I'd been watching the tossing of the antlers, and was amused and curious. I asked gentleman Mogh if I could give it a try. He was foolish enough, er, courteous enough to give his permission, so I lined myself up at the position they were throwing from, and gave it a toss. Perfect toss.....right into the floor half way to the target. Dang! That was my full strength. I guess this isn't gonna be my sport.

Mogh walked up and extricated his helm from the floor, and walked back to me saying, It's ok Apil, you probably don't exercise your throwing arm with as much sword swinging as I do.

I started thinking about that, and I'd have to agree. Then it ocurred to me that I do actually exercise my arms greatly. Looking up to Mogh, I said, Lemme have that helm. I want to give it another try. I then turned my back to the target, with the helm in my hands, bent waaay over backwards, and let loose again. The antlers went sailing past the target and out the front door, followed immediately by the frightened complaint of my camel. I looked at Mogh and explained, I bend my elbow at the bar quite a bit.....but I have to use THESE muscles *Placing my hand on my biceps*. Wanting to check on my camel I ran to the front door, expecting to find my long-time friend lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. What I saw instead was my camel, fleeing over the nearest sand dune wearing antlers on his head. He had a very frightened look on his face, but the faces of everybody standing in the doorway were filled with laughter. When I got done laughing and managed to stand back up again, I stuck my head out the door, and whistled as loud as I could. I don't know how I managed the luck of that helm landing on my camel's head, just as it was supposed to be worn. He came back in a few minutes, and was most happy for me to remove the antlers from his head. I looked at him and said, Hey, you should have been happy. None of the other camels would dare argue with you, if you wore antlers.

I then turned to Mogh, handed him his headwear, and advised.... Just check it for Camel Spiders, before you put it back on.