Either this planet is more like a sausage than I thought and sadly, my dear brother is dead or fury that the rat is playing tricks on me! How can I know? Is this my camp or his? Craftily he places yesterday's bubblegum beneath one of the fire rocks eyes alert all the while for his pal and coming to the next empty camp upturns same rock to find the bubblegum and know his lifelong friend is lost. Sad and still a job to finish.