BIG SUN HOT! Wise-Men Tell Tribe How To Not Melt!

We ask folk who stand near big fire-melt-rock, or guard hot-dirt-land, or fight angry-fire. They know what make body hot-sick. They say, 'Drink water, many times! Cave-sleep when sun highest!' When sun-god angry, hunting hard. Berries shrivel, river shrink. Tribe must be smart, like wise-men say, or no hunt, no gather, just hot-sweat-sleep. ### Local Commentary Grag, local berry picker, say: 'My berry patch dry like old bone! Need water for self, for plants!' Zog, mighty mammoth hunter, grunt: 'Saw big beast panting near weak stream. Sun make them slow. Hard to catch!' Wise Ugga, keeper of old stories, declare: 'Tribe must share water, find cool caves. Big sun-god test us, we must be strong and smart like ancestors!' Story by Thag from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.