Deep within the heart of Eastern Africa, lay a small village. It is twilight, and the sun is ever so slowly setting. There is a lone council fire sitting, it is not lit. Suddenly, a figure, wearing many strange yet wonderous ammenities, appears from a large hut. As the man approaches, many villagers excitedly appear from their huts and gather around the fire. Once everyone has gathered, the oddly dressed man raises two rocks into the air. Clashing them together, he creates enough friction to start a spark, which lands into the unlit fire pit which immediately becomes a bonfire. The man, is Chief Kiewaybeaudai. The village has gathered to listen to one of the chief's great stories, passed down generations from generation... He clears his throat and speaks. "Once upon a time, there was a large grove with massive trees that streched farther than you can imagine. However, there was one tree that was very small. The tree, although small, was actually a busy place for lemurs!"