Problem I can see.
Out bush with mates.
Frothies have been taken your Honor.
Firewood is running low or the usual, "Whose turn is it to get the wood"
More forthies taken.
More "whose turn is it for the wood?"
More frothies taken.
Repeat these steps until it gets very cold and everyone very maggoted.
By common consent after all standing around piddling on nearest box-iron bark - chuck wooden folding table on fire.