Many people die, many suns. Bad tribe make much kill, big pain in Darfur land.
Big trouble in Darfur-land! Many, many cave-folk die. More than six-thousand hands-and-toes cave-folk gone to big dark place. This happen for three sun-sleeps and three sun-wakes. Mean warriors, bad tribe from Sudan-land, make big war. They hit hard, scream loud, make much fear. Sky-Talkers, big chiefs from far lands, say violence bad, very bad. Much smashing, much hurting.
Sky-Talkers say this not good, very shocking. They watch bad tribe hurt innocent cave-folk in Darfur-land when leaves fall from trees. Whole villages empty now. Smoke in air, no happy fires. Many families cry, no food to hunt, no water to drink. Bad tribe with pointy sticks and big rocks just take, take, take.
**Grog, a scared elder, leaning on a gnarly stick:** "Me see fire, big fire! Hear screams! Run, me run fast like rabbit! Hide in cave with moss!"
**Lana, a young hunter with a broken spear:** "Bad men come! They take all food! My brother fight, but many bad men. He... he no more."
**Chief Korg, Head of Strong-Arm Tribe, protector of the valley:** "This bad news reach far. We must watch our own lands. Keep our fires bright, our spears sharp. No bad men come here!"
Story by Zog from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.