It was late and dark when Og got back to the camp. He laid down and went to sleep. He awoke the next morning, rubbed his eyes and thought something seemed amiss, although amiss wasn't a word he knew. His tribe looked the same except they were talking funny. Hope they didn't get into my stash, he thought. Then he realized what was wrong. This wasn't his tribe. It was a bunch of monkeys.

It was an reasonable mistake. There wasn't a whole lot of difference between his tribe and these monkeys. Well, maybe a little. These monkeys seemed a bit more orderly than his tribe was. Take the time the tribe checked to see who was mated to who. After a full day of arguing and bickering they ended up with two males leftover. When asked if that wasn't odd the one male said, "We were each waiting for the other to make the first move".

As the tribe followed the herds north they soon ran into cold. It was a new experience for them. New and unwelcome. There they were all trying to gather close around the cooking fire. It wasn't any of that women and children first either. The tribe could have become extinct.

Ut gathered a bunch of wood and made piles in different parts of the cave. Then he took a burning ember from the fire and started all the piles burning. Soon enough, the cave was warm and cozy. The tribe wanted to make him Chief but Ek was Chief and wasn't going to give it up. Ek was an ugly brute. that's how he made Chief.

The tribe then decided to make Ut a god. That was cause for a celebration. They only had hollow logs for an orchestra so the dancing was minimal. Ut, in the spirit of things, decided to take a bath. He got out of the water and made it part of the way back to the cave when he froze. The tribe found him days later. They worshipped him until the spring thaw. Then the odor drove them away.

The tribe was hunters and gatherers, of course. The men hunted and the women gathered. The women gathered the food that gave the men the energy to hunt. The men just hunted until they got tired and called it a day. It never occurred to them that they had to have something to kill the animals with. Waiting for one to die of old age or trying to steal a kill off a tiger wasn't getting the job done. They were, for all intents and purposes, vegans.

One day one of the guys cut off all the hair on his face. No particular reason. He just felt like it. The ladies swooned over that. Pretty soon all the guys were doing it. Then, they noticed how hairy the women were. Well, you know were this is going. It got to the point where the Chief had to put a stop to it. He said the next hairless person would be killed.

The bald guy felt everyone looking at him. Well, he'd always been bald. The rule wouldn't apply to him. It did. He was just moments from death when he yanked a bunch of hair off his chest and slapped it on his head. Touche, toupe!

Ur wanted a pet dog. He whined about it until his father finally got him one. It was a cute, playful puppy. The boy and the puppy had a great time until the puppy grew into a wolf. The father came home after a hard day of hunting, petted the dog and lost his arm. The boy didn't understand why the dog had to go. it wasn't his arm that got ripped off and eaten. Family ties weren't a strong suit in the tribe.

The truth was that no one knew for sure who was related to who.