The chiefs son was educated at Harvard. However upon the chiefs death he went home to take charge of the tribe. But he was raised in the city and knew little of the tribes ways. He figured they would need firewood to last the winter so he sent everyone out to gather firewood. They had a good sized stack but he wondered if it was enough. Being well educated he went to the weather bureau and asked what kind of winter was ahead. The weatherman said it was gonna be a bad winter. Chief goes back and sends everyone out to get more wood. He still did not know if it was enough. Back to the weatherman he went. He asked if it was gonna be a bad winter or a really bad winter. Weatherman informed him it was gonna be a real bad one. Back out goes the tribe to scrounge for wood. They got a big stack but still the new chief wasn't sure. Back again to the weatherman. A Bad winter or a really, really bad winter? The weatherman said " A terrible winter, the Indians are gathering wood like crazy!"