Virginia Lobster Lady from Maine, Folk Hero, Die. 105 Years Old.

Big news from Big Water where sun sleeps! Old Mama Grok, very, very old woman, still hunt fish! She many sun-cycles old, maybe one-hundred-one suns, maybe more! She pull fish from big wet place for many, many suns, more than eight-ten seasons! She say she want to keep hunt fish until she sleep forever in dirt. "Not hard work for me, no!" Mama Grok say with strong voice. She strong like giant bear, but small! Mama Grok take small log-boat, paddle far on big water. She throw net made of vine, wait, then pull! Always big fish, good for cave family to eat. Other young hunters watch, they grunt in wonder. Mama Grok show all of us how to be strong, how to find food, even when cold wind blow hard. She never stop, never tired. Her hands, hard like rock, pull fish from deep, dark water. She bring much food for tribe, good for full bellies! Grok, big-club hunter: "Me see Mama Grok, she pull big fish! Many fish! Strong woman, very strong! Me no understand how she do it for so long, so many suns!" Urk, bone carver: "Me watch her go out when sun wake up. She go far, far. Me think she magic! Always bring food, always strong!" Chief Boulder, Head of Food Hunt: "Mama Grok is a true wonder of our tribe! She bring much fish, keep tribe fed and warm. We all learn from her strong heart. We must honor Mama Grok!" Story by Thag from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.