Noah was checking off the animals coming by twos aboard the Ark. Three camels came along, but Noah stopped them. “I have room for pairs only,” he
told them. “One of you will have to stay behind.”
“Not me,” spoke up the first camel. “I’m the camel whose back is broken by the last straw.”
“Not me,” said the second. “I’m the one who shall pass through the eye of a needle sooner than a rich man shall enter Heaven.”
“And not me,” protested the third. “I’m the one that people swallow while straining at a gnat.”
“Come along,” Noah sighed. “The world will need all three of you.”