As was becoming custom, the four Marauders sat around their small campfire roasting marshmallows. Peter pulled his stick out of the fire to find that his marshmallow had fallen off, but angry sparks at the tip remained, threatening to set the entire thing aflame.
James saw his friend's dilemma. "Stick it in the dirt," he advised.
Looking extremely nervous (the tip of the stick was now ignited), Peter began to panic. "Where's the dirt?" he practically yelled.
"Wow, Wormtail," Sirius laughed, "really?"
"You're standing on it, mate," James clarified, suppressing his urge to laugh hysterically. Remus and Sirius had obviously had the same concern, because they were nearly toppling over each other with immense laughter.
"Oh," Peter murmured, his cheeks red with embarrassment as he laughed at himself.
"Nope, you've got to go down to that oak tree."
"Then circle around it a couple of times before walking out onto the street."
"Nine houses to the right, there's a tree house. The dirt's been hidden there."