Chief Trump mad. Fire-juice makers take too much shiny-rock for fast-beast drink. Say cut price!
Big Chief Trump roar loud! He point big stick at fire-juice makers, say they scoop too much shiny-rock from tribe's pouches. Chief say price of fast-beast drink must come down, like rolling rock down hill. They make fat piles of shiny-rock because far-off desert tribes fight big war.
This bad news for tribe! When fire-juice too much shiny-rock, our fast-beasts go slow. Then no good for hunting mighty mammoth far away, or trading shiny-stones for warm furs. Empty bellies make tribe grumpy!
### Local Commentary
Grog, local berry picker: "Ugh, my back aches from long walk! Fast-beast fuel too much shiny-rock, so no one brings berries to market. My pouch is thin like winter hide!"
Zook, mammoth hunter: "I saw fast-beast stop! Hunter say, 'No more shiny-rock for juice!' Mammoth laugh at us. We walk with spears now, but mammoth far, far away."
Oog, Wise Elder of the Fire Circle: "Chief Trump speak good truth. Fire-juice makers must remember tribe's hunger. We share fire, we share food, we share shiny-rock. That is the way of the tribe."
Story by Thag from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.