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Big news! Chief Gnarl-Tooth, the wise one from the Great Cave Council of Future-Guessing, he sudden leave! Poof! Gone from important rock-seat! Tribe people all grunt, "Huh?" Many grunts of surprise fill air around fire. Why he leave? Whispers say big trouble with mammoth-hunt counts, bad numbers, and not enough berries for winter. Future-Guessing Council, they look at berries, they look at hunts, they say what tribe have, what tribe need. Now Chief Gnarl-Tooth gone, council feel wobble. Now Great Cave Chief Thud, he must find new wise one! Hard task! New person must be strong mind, speak true words, count mammoths and berries good. Not just any cave-dweller! Must be respected by all tribes, strong in head-math, not scared of angry woolly mammoths. Big Chief Thud, he scratch head. Who will sit on Gnarl-Tooth's rock-seat? This is big worry for all tribe. Many days of big talks coming, many days of head-scratching by Great Chief. **Eyewitness accounts:** Krag, a young cave-painter, always watching: "Me see Chief Gnarl-Tooth, he run from big council cave fast! Face like thunder-cloud! He drop his counting pebbles!" Old Man Bor, ancient fire-keeper, seen many seasons: "Huh? Gnarl-Tooth? Me hear big bang from cave. He mad, me think. Something about too many saber-tooths, too few deer. Bad numbers!" **Official commentary:** Chiefess Huk, Head of Tribe Food Stores: "This big worry for food stores! We need good numbers for winter. Me hope Great Chief Thud find strong mind fast. No more surprise!" Story by Boulder Bum from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.