Reminds me of a funny story. Settlers land in Tasmania. Natives proffer green branch of peace. Settlers think they're asking for fire, burn green branch of peace. Hilarity ensues.
We actually still do that. It's like a sacred ceremony. Why do you think there a no 'pureblood' (lol jks) tassie abos left?
Let the record show that genocide is not equal to hilarity, at least not for me. It's just that you have to laugh, or else you'll cry.