Pffft, I got all y'all beat. Here's how it happened.
Year one of the fort. Still getting things set up, but at least the dwarves are in the ground, right? Got a farm set up, got the workshops working, got the stockpile that would last me until my current crisis dug out. And then one of my farmers gets all secretive.
'Sweet,' thought I, 'He'll be a legendary something-or-other!'
He goes and claims a craftdwarf workshop. At this point, my ONLY craftdwarf workshop. And it was already busily churning out stone crafts to trade to the fall caravan for booze, meat, and wood.
Urist McCrafter: Uh, can I have this shop back? We kinda need these crafts...
Urist McFarmer: *Draw draw scribble scribble*
Me: Let me take a peek over his shoulder...bones? And gems. Well we have the gems...
Urist McButcher: Here kitty kitty, we have some lovely table scraps for you in the kitchen...
Kitten: *Mew*
*CHOP*
Me: Not enough, he's still scribbling. Try another one!
Urist McButcher: Here kitty kitty, your friend didn't finish his cream...
Kitten: *Mew?*
*CHOP*
Me: Okay, so kittens won't cut it. Chop up the cat!
Urist McButcher: Here kitty kitty, I know what happened to your sons...
Cat: *Mrow?*
*CHOP*
Urist McFarmer: BONES! I WILL HAVE THE BONES! *Dashes out, grabs the cat bones, and sits in the shop scribbling still.*
Me: Okay, he wants more bones. Chop up...THE DONKEY!
Urist McButcher: Here Frank, I have a plump helmet for you. Just lay your neck down on the board to get it...
*CHOP*
Urist McFarmer: BONES! *Dashes out, grabs the bones and a raw gem, then dashes back to the shop*
Me: Well this should be suitably macabre and he'll be a legendary bonecrafter.
Days pass...Me: What made you think that I wanted a measly floodgate? We haven't even begun running the river through the fort yet!
Urist McBonecrafter: *Scratches his head* I dunno, boss. Want me to get to work on the stuff your new hunter's been bringing in?
Me: Not until you explain the 1200 dorfbux pricetag! What happened to the donkey bones or the gems?
Urist McBonecrafter: *Makes masterwork bone bolts at the rate of ten a minute*
Me: Okay I can see you being useful, but you're on
the list.