Baz pounced quickly, like a chicken on a June bug.

Ancient nomads, wishing to ward off the evening chill and enjoy a meal around a campfire, had to collect wood and then spend time and effort coaxing the heat of friction out from between sticks to kindle a flame. With more settled people, animals were harnessed to capstans or caged in treadmills to turn grist into meal.

Then as the cranes, that to Riphæan mountains Might fly in part, and part towards the sands, These of the frost, those of the sun avoidant, One folk is going, and the other coming,

O servile labour! in superstitious attendance. O toylsome labour! in prestigious fabrefaction. O lost labour and time! to be instituted and educated to such a practice or profession.