Big snow pile. Road bad tonight, next sun. Sky give cold warn.

Dayton cave. White sky-dust fall! Again! Only little suns since big sleep, but cold time start fast. Tonight, tomorrow morning, much white dust from sky. Everywhere! Roads will be bad. Sled-path, mammoth-path, all much slippery. White dust come when people move much, when big hunt start, when fire-stick go to work. Make travel hard for many. Grog, strong hunter, spear still muddy: "Me see sky go dark! Then tiny white rock fall. So cold! Me think bad for deer hunt, deer hide quick." Lalala, berry gatherer, shivering much: "Brrr! Last night, little white. Tonight, much much more! Me scared to go find berries, too cold for toes!" Chief Oog, tribe leader, wearing biggest fur: "This white dust, it test us. Make sure caves warm, fires big. No wander far, young ones! Stay safe from cold-spirit." Story by Zog from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.