Jo just laughed. The Cheese winced and held his head. Jo said. "Cheese. You haven't been looking at this like you ought."

"Huh?"

"If you grow a bunch of barley to make beer, you're going to create cities."

"Oh! That's right. The basic premise, 'The need for beer created civilization'."

"Yup. If our ancestors hadn't been drinking, civilization wouldn't have started." Jo thought about it a bit. "We've already screwed up by herding sheep and growing rice and soy. I think we can get away with the sheep but the spinning wheel needs to be a lot more portable. Two Voices!!"

The Cheese grabbed his head, turned away and tossed his cookies, "OW!...EWW! Not so loud."

"YES JO," boomed Two Voices, as the Cheese and most of the men grabbed heads and moaned. Two Voices grinned at Jo, "You were right, this is fun!"

"Yup. I hope they learn something from this!" exclaimed Jo. The Cheese puked again.

Lone Tree crawled out of his lodge. He staggered to his feet and spotted the Cheese. "This is not a good thing."

"You're right," said the Cheese, in the middle of the dry heaves, "this is not a good thing. In the first place, it's going to tie us to the land."

"And this is bad, why?" asked Lone Tree.

"We'll be stuck plowing and planting barley to brew beer."

"That's the best reason I've heard for not doing it." He bent over and made a deposit, "and that's the next best reason. By the goddess, my mouth tastes like the cat pissed in it."

"Well...it was an idea."

"Don't have ideas like that again." Lone Tree pondered the fates for a bit and said. "you don't suppose some of your good tobacco would help?"

The Cheese smiled, first time today, "I'll bet it does. Let's go see."

"Two Voices?"

"Yes Jo?"

"I think this worked." She grinned at the two Voiced One, "I just want to know one thing."

"What?"

"What did you do to the beer?"

"Who....Me?"