Real life story:
Most farmers/ranchers are in the middle of nowhere so it's pretty common to burn your own garbage in a burn barrel (because you don't exactly have garbage service in the middle of nowhere).
When my aunts and uncles were kids, my uncle went to go light the trash on fire like he was told to do, and then he went back inside to watch TV. My grandparents had what they called a "smoke house" next to the garbage can that they used for smoking and preparing meats; just a small building. Also stored random things in it, like the shutters for the house. Well, said uncle didn't keep an eye on the fire like he was supposed to do, and the smoke house caught fire and burned to the ground. (Uncle didn't know this b/c he was in the house.)
My grandfather gets home although instead of being mad, he asked in his dry sense of humor: "Where's the smoke house?"
For author-purposes, you can change the grandfather's reaction. ..... but it's a true story!!
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