Bad Belly Sickness Spread Like Wildfire! Near Seven-Hundred Strong Cave-Folks Weak!

Big trouble come to our lands, near the great water! A tiny invisible bad spirit, the cyclospora-curse, make near seven-hundred of our cave-folks sick with pain in belly, like inside turn to mud. The sick numbers jump very fast, four times many in less than a week, making strong warriors and gatherers lie low. This bad belly-spirit makes many strong arms now weak, too dizzy to chase the swift mammoth or find juicy berries for the tribe. If many are sick, the tribe will grow hungry and our caves become sad and empty, with no new tools crafted or skins prepared. Our shaman must find strong chants and new leaf-medicine to scare this bad gut-spirit away, and we must watch our food and water for hidden dangers. ### Local Commentary Hala, local berry gatherer: "My belly turn inside out like flipped deer skin, many suns ago. Not good! Me weak, can't even carry small basket of river-clams." Grog, the spear-maker: "Me see many strong warriors hold belly, not able to carve spear. Work slow, tribe need tools! The ground is hard, but our hands are weak." Chief Oog, wise elder of the Great Rock Clan: "Chief say: Boil water! Cook meat long! Wash hands before food! We must fight this bad spirit together, strong like bear, or our tribe will fall to the sickness!" Story by Zog from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.