Diogo Jota... Big hunter Jota... gone. Brother too. Sad. Liverpool fire-kick tribe. Ugh.

Big sad! Fast feet Jota, fire-hair from Liverpool kick-ball tribe, gone to sky cave. Boom-boom rock-cart crash in sun-Spain. Brother, Silva, also gone. Both hunt good kick-ball, now hunt no more. Jota only twenty-eight winters. Big, big sad for all tribes. Many water-falls from eyes. Tribe Liverpool make sad noise. Say Jota strong, fast, good heart. Portugal tribe also very sad. All kick-ball tribes remember Jota’s swift feet, many points. Sky cave gains two good hunters. Oog, rock painter, nearby: "Me see boom-boom! Big fire! Much sad!" Boog, mammoth rider: "Jota fast. Like cheetah. Sad now slow." Chieftain Thorg, leader of Spear-Tooth Cave: "Tribe strong. Remember Jota. Kick-ball spirit lives on!" Story by Rok from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.