Sitting in a small restaurant, a client asked
the proprietor for the menu.

"We don't need a menu here," said the
proprietor, "We can serve anything you ask for."

"What? Anything?" asked the client.

"Yes, anything at all." was the reply.

"In that case, I would like some camel's tail
soup."

"Very well, sir, but it will take a little while,
and you will have to wait a while for it."

"That's OK," said the client. He sat waiting for
an hour or so, then a waiter brought a tureen
of fragrant soup. He ate the lot, and was thoroughly
delighted.

He called for the proprietor. "I really
enjoyed that," he said, "But surely it was not
really camel's tail soup."

"It certainly was" exclaimed the proprietor. "Tell
you what, come with me."

The client was led to the back of the restaurant,
where a Porsche was parked, and was motioned
into it.

They drove about a hundred miles into the
countryside, to an enormous farm.

There the
client was amazed to see every possible kind of
exotic plants, animals and birds.

The restaurant
proprietor pointed to a compound in which there
were two camels, of which one had only a stump
of a tail, bandaged, with a trace of blood.

"That's where your soup came from," he announced.

The client was absolutely floored. "That is
remarkable," he gasped, "but there must
sometimes be demands you can't satisfy."

"No," replied the proprietor, "we have never been
caught out... Wait, no, we were once... when a
customer asked for crocodile balls on toast. We
were clean out of bread that day!!!"