The grains of sand giggle quietly, each whispering secrets of ancient civilizations that weren't quite civilized. "Do the moonwalk on the dunes," they echo, "but only if you can find the beat hidden in the Sahara's sand shuffle."
And here, beneath the soothing screams of a far-off desert wind, lies the tale of a cactus who attempted stand-up comedy. "You should have seen his punchlines," said one timid tumbleweed, "they were only funny if you were on the verge of dehydration."
Legend has it, on dark moonless nights, the wisps recount the time a rogue mirage hosted a picnic for bewildered camels, complete with invisible sandwiches. "Faint echoes of their laughter can be heard," they say, "if you listen closely, and perhaps wear earwax as an appetizer."