Brothers Campfire Ancient Tribe Demands Representation-Cell Phone Held Hostage

So, I sit here in my burrow, which is interconnected to the homes of my brethren.

Life is good this time of year as there are not as many pesky folks running or cycling over us.

The snow flurries a bit but we aren’t alarmed by it. We were gifted with fur coats after all.

My ancestors spent the winters digging about digging holes and spinning yarns about avoiding hawks and coyotes.

They lived the simple life. Things are a bit drafty now and a little more complex.

At one time, we had master craftsmen amongst us that built elaborate doors for our mounds.

They kept everyone happy as our homes can be a tripping hazard. The buffalo appreciated these doors and thanked us by giving us fuel for our cooking fires.

We are quite forward thinking and we knew a westward expansion was coming. The cows were on the way and the ranchers would need assistance.
So, the reinforced door industry was booming. We needed to keep our homes safe from hooves and alleviate danger.

Skilled labor was in high demand those days. We had already decked our halls.

Our tunnels.


More of our tunnels


Sophisticated, but down to earth.

What did us in we’re those pesky cowboys.

Every time they saw one of us building a door, they would point a stick at us and it would make a loud noise. Instantly, there would be body parts everywhere. Many laughed as they did so, pointing loud sticks every old where.

Those were dark times they called the black death. They called us prairie dogs and discriminated against us without cause. Without representation, we had no recourse.


Our skilled tradesmen died in vast numbers and in a short time, so did the art of door making.

With no doors to cover the entrances to our dwellings, cows, horses, people and everything else tended to fall in our homes and break their legs. It wasn’t our fault.

They shot at us, poisoned us, drowned us, and threw explosives in our homes.

And do we get reparations in exchange?


We get groundhog day.
Marmots, antisocial, unfriendly, overweight curmudgeons that sleep through the winter get a special day. It just isn’t right.

Oh so dowdy

Somehow, they get to choose the weather.

Why just today, I overheard a couple walk by and in whispered tones say we carry “the plague”. I don’t recall ever pointing a stick and splattering body parts everywhere. It was we who suffered so many years ago.

Don’t get me started on otters. There is a stigma on killing them as they are “reincarnated ancestors” of the natives.

Oh my.

Child, please. Let me tell you, we were here when the Bering was crooked. Otters believe in evolution and want to be fish again. Delusional.

You see, we are mound builders, the first rodents in the North American continent. We are fierce, family first, and have a versatile vocabulary.

Our enemy, the black footed ferret is nearly vanquished.

While our cousins, the squirrels have fled to the trees, we are stalwart, proud, and robust.


We are rodentia.

Benjamin, I have your cell phone and all your passwords. You will see more of us.

Author: Benjamin

Benjamin Thiel is a community leader, urban farmer, and author of The Ongoing Tale at Brothers Campfire. He might know a guy...

85 thoughts on “Brothers Campfire Ancient Tribe Demands Representation-Cell Phone Held Hostage

  1. Cindy Georgakas says:

    love the singer.. I would have invited him to our post today to join us.. ๐Ÿคฃ
    nice job today! ๐Ÿ’–

    1. Benjamin says:

      The ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ€ rodents thank you. We will drop by if you like!

        1. Benjamin says:

          Ha ha! I can drop by. Let me pile everyone in the car. I need to find a duck sitter.

          1. Cindy Georgakas says:

            Oh bring them all … ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜˜ we could use a few quackers ๐Ÿ’–

          2. Cindy Georgakas says:

            ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ What a great idea!
            Consider it done! ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿค—

          3. Benjamin says:

            Are you on the web, or are you ducking the attention? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ”ฅ

          4. Cindy Georgakas says:

            hmmmm on the web.. it appears I’m in your web as we speak… ๐Ÿคฃ

            did you ping me or something?

          5. Benjamin says:

            Are you egging me on? I am a shell of a man. I will lift and get yolked.

          6. Cindy Georgakas says:

            can’t send my response to your comment

            Cheese…. you must be busy smiling for the camera…

            You are a cheese alright!

          7. Cindy Georgakas says:

            LOL.. I can hardly wait! Don’t forget to mention you stood me up at the campfire singing and the emails.. ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

          8. Benjamin says:

            A man named Baldwin Mailer seems quite smitten with a lass. You should check it out!

          9. Cindy Georgakas says:

            Baldwin Mailer seems like a scary man… but I’ll check him out. ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

          10. Benjamin says:

            I am telling you he is a pretty decent fellow…. Ahem…. Was.

          11. Benjamin says:

            I sang it to my wife and she was curious as to who Cindy was, lol.

  2. Carax&VanNuys says:

    But… I want those Cowboys to go away. ๐Ÿ˜ฟ

    I want the little fellows to be happy, too. Not only the ๐Ÿ™. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Have a great day, Benjamin! VVN

    1. Benjamin says:

      Mean ole cowboys! That Kraken is just so misunderstood isn’t he?

      Rodents and sea monsters get such a bad rap.

    1. Benjamin says:

      There are negotiations in play for the safe return of intellectual property and technological devices.

  3. Beverly says:

    ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Love this! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

  4. achme24gmailcom says:

    That was an interesting tale Mr storyteller.


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