When I was young, I lived in Siberia, where survival is marginal, after leaving the gulag, I lived with a tribe of hunters and gatherers in the stone enclosure with a basket work roof covered with turf where the family group lived. They had obsidian knives and sharp hardened staves and stubby bow and long arrow with flint tip. These weapons were not for killing men only for hunting, another man arriving is always a friend because he can hunt and be a husband to our one of our daughters.
As I sat round the fire eating roast pine martin I was told this in a language that no one else speaks and that I no longer speak or understand:
In Siberia 10,000 years ago, when our tribe, was young, our parties of brave hunters with their obsidian knives and hardened staves went out hunting while the girls gathered berries.
Now in Siberia in the dark pinewood forest there are wolves and bears, that eat men, when wolves attack an isolated man, they circle round him waiting for a chance to strike so they can tear him apart as meat for their pups.
Now the girls who gather the nuts and berries are surrounded by our brave hunters stay behind with their staves to protect the girls.
Now some girls are more adventurous than the others and wander off: "Come back or you will be taken by a wolf".
Now one girl, daring the hunters, wandered to far and was cut off by wolves. She called and screamed in fear, but non heard her, save one brave who was looking for her. When he found her seeing her fear he plunged a stave into a wolf and drove the pack of and carried the terrified girl to her home.
Now this girl thought "I enjoyed that" "I'll do it again" So again her hero risked his life to save the silly girl and realised what she was up to, how many times is she going to play up.
The third time the "rescue me girl" was trapped by wolves her heard her and cried but said to himself "I'll not risk my life for the "rescue me girl" again, there are plenty all round me, she is no good she will lead me a merry dance".
They found her remains, eaten by wolves, the next day when they went out gathering and hunting and they all learned the lesson from the "rescue me girls" remains.
So let that be a lesson, do not play the "rescue me girl" with your hero, he will let you die for him, his life is more valuable than yours..
This is another story we also told. One day the child was trapped by the wolves, he called and the hunters went out to save him a trivial normal every day event.
So peter thought to himself "that's nice, I enjoyed that, I'll do it again"
So he did, but there were no wolves. He was severely beaten for his stupidly.
Well perhaps he did it again, "Oh, said the hunters its peter so no wolves, but there was a wolf and he was eaten"
So do not play that game it fatal.
Chris.