My fellow Nebraskan's campfire is eerily reminescent of another campfire started by another primitive, oh, maybe about four years ago.
I figure the same thing's going to happen.
Anybody remember when Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, who was still living in northeastern Massachusetts at the time, breathlessly announced he had an idea he was going to get patented, and it would make him a millionaire? Remember how he was really coy about it, and how agog and excited the primitives were for him? Remember that Chief S itting Bull never came back to tell either his fellow primitives, or decent and civilized people, what happened with that?
I really dislike primitive stories where we never hear the ending.....and I suspect this will be one of them.