There lived a boy in the middle of Dubai. His name was Joe. He had everything a child could have ever wanted. He had a crocodile for a pet, a real rocket in the backyard, a swimming pool in his room, an underground bowling alley under his house, a 100 inch flat screen TV in every room in the house, a thousand riyal pocket money a week, 400 pairs of adidas trainers, unlimited supply of clothes in the wardrobe, his own water boat, a real racing car and track in the back yard, a room the size of half a football pitch which was full of toys only, private football coaching sessions with the Barcelona team, his own gold made automatic working ferrari, a pizza place in his basement, an ice cream truck in the garage (which was full of ice cream), and loads more. It was his birthday. He went to his Father for a present. His father reached into a drawer and pulled out a million riyal cheque. "Here you go," Father said, giving Joe the cheque. "But that's what you gave me in my last birthday! I want something else!" "Disneyland?" asked Father. Joe shook his head frustrated. "Then what do you want son?" asked Father. Joe took a deep breath. "A friend."