Renee Brothers Say Big Chiefs Stop Hard Push Against New People

Big talk happen at shiny-rock hill! Many talk-men, from Shiny-Stick tribe, gather round today. Two sad-face brothers, with eyes like rain clouds, stand up strong. They tell all how their kin, a good, strong man, now sleep forever in the dark dirt. A big club-man, from the fierce Ice-Tribe, hit him too hard, made him stop breathing for always. Brothers yell loud for all to hear, their voices like rumbling thunder. "Ice-Tribe club-men, they too strong! Too much hitting! Too much hunting for new people! They must stop! Little less hitting, little less scaring, please!" They say the Ice-Tribe makes everyone fear, shakes the ground with their heavy boots. Many talk-men listen with long faces, worried. They wonder if the Ice-Tribe really swings clubs too much. Grak, a fire keeper near the big rock: "Me hear big sad cry from brothers! Sound like wounded mammoth! Many big noises!" Lana, a berry gatherer who pass by: "Me see Shiny-Stick tribe talk-men look worried. Their brow all wrinkled, like old tree bark. Much thinking in their heads." Chief Boulder, leader of the Stone-River valley: "This bad juju. If Ice-Tribe hit too much, soon nobody feel safe to walk. Must find balance, not just big club for everything!" Story by Thag from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.