It's like feeding cream puffs to a wandering Arab.

You're apt to make him stop his Arabing and hang around the spot where the cream puff grows.
However, now that you've brought the thing into camp, it would be improvident not to eat it.

What am I, Don, wood-scout or cook ?" "Cook," said Donald.

"All day," he added, "you've been limping." Brian made a fence of forked twigs, hung the sausages up to toast, opened the can of macaroni and set it in the embers.

That Don had noticed the limp gratified him immensely, even though it had been a mere and prosaic matter of a blistered heel.
Whistling softly, he watched the boy gather wood.