Big-Chief Orange-Hair begin to head-think 'bout who will lead the Far-Away Land of Dusty-Wind, as big-club from Land-of-Eagle and Land-of-Star-Shield keep hitting hard. This new whisper-path from Dusty-Wind land make things hard for Big-Chief Orange-Hair.
Many-many tribe-folk are stuck, cannot move from sand-fire lands, ever since loud-booms and angry-spears started. Big Chief from Great Eagle Tribe says 'Go! Go home!' and sends word they make big-plan to bring their people back on sky-beasts and fast-carriages.
Far-off Sky-Chiefs tell many Sun-People, 'Run from big fire-war in many hot-sand-lands!' But many metal fast-birds stay stuck on ground, no fly away, so Sun-People trapped and mad!
Great Chief Trump and his big thinkers say the far-off fight with Iran-Tribe could take many suns to end, and the worst thunder-claps are still to hit. Sad news reaches our ears: four brave warriors from the Great Sky-Tribe have fallen in this long shadow-war.
Big-man from Spur-tribe, Luke-Kornet, yelled a loud warning about Hawk-tribe's 'Magic-Shiny-City-Moon-Day' gathering. Other strong-man Al-Horford also says this moon-night is very bad-smell and not-good for tribe spirit.
The new mighty shiny-rock tales, 'Kain's Strong Defiance', was set to arrive for our small magic-boxes this sun-cycle. But a dark-cloud message came, saying the tales will now come at a much later moon-turn, making tribe's spirit dim.
New, strange thinking-stones now whisper with young ones in many learning-caves, watching their inside-head-feelings. But wise ones wonder: Is this new spirit-magic safe for our future, or will it bring dark shadows?
Listen, listen, tribe! In far-off North-Land, the great choosing-time for new big-chiefs has hit a snag, like a hunter's foot caught in a root. Counting the vote-rocks will not happen until deep in the sun-sleep, because one small-patch of land had problems and kept its magic-box open longer than planned.
First, Big Chief Trump say no brave warriors to guard big black-oil boats in the tight water-path. But then, quick like a leaping sabretooth, Big Chief promise many strong water-beasts will go protect the oil boats very soon!
Big magic-box tribes, like mighty Nvidia and Alphabet, shut their work-caves and run fast to help their hand-helpers. This after big boom-boom fire-sticks from far-off tribes hit the hot, sandy lands.
Accenture-Tribe, the wise shamans of glowing rocks, has traded many shiny-rocks to claim Ookla-Tribe's magic-boxes, like the Speedtest and Downdetector. This means Ookla's clever ways of seeing fast-air and broken-sky now belong to Accenture-Tribe.
Great shaman-tribes, like the GOOGLE-GATHERERS and the IVERIFY-WATCHERS, have found a tricky bad magic called Coruna. This dark-spell makes old shiny-rock talking-boxes weak by finding many small cracks in their ancient spirit-spells.
Big new magic-box brain, called 'Windy-Stones Twelve,' might wake up when two more suns have passed. This new brain needs stronger shiny-rock brains inside our thinking-boxes, and maybe we pay shiny-shells for it like we pay for good fire-wood, not just once.
Far-land tribe make big show of cloth-wraps for cold-season, year of two-six after big hunt, but much surprise! Cloths very small, very see-through, show pointy-bits and shiny-rock strings on no-fur bottoms!
Big-Chief Bickerstaff, leader of the Pistons-tribe, make loud angry sounds at a shadow-talker who whisper bad words about his warriors. This happen after the Cavs-tribe fail to win the ball-game, even with big-chiefs away from fight.
Long ago, Big-Tribe pushed Spear-Thrower Jones from their fire-circle, and all thought his days of many shiny-rocks were gone. But now, the spirits smile on Man-Jones again, and his hands hold much shiny-rock!
Big-Brain Law-Shamans talk on Sun-Day-Two, say they give special peace-rock promise to twelve of the many thirty-one who cause trouble. This big stink is about bad-magic stone-games, where famous round-ball throwers Billups and Jones got caught in sticky-mud.
Great chief Bill Guerin, the loud-roarer of the Frozen-Land Wild Tribe, made a huge trade! He gave away a shiny future-rock to the River-Fish Tribe to bring a mighty strong-arm hunter, Michael McCarron, to our ice-pond games.
Big water-spit mountain, Echo-nus, far away in shaky-ground land, woke up with loud roar. It spat angry hot sick-water high to sun, first time since many cold moons ago, after long sleep!