Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The First Time at the Cave

The baby mammoth followed the kids up to the cave, and the whole cave stood there staring at the baby mammoth. Little Leaf said they found the baby after the mammoth hunt, and it followed them home. The little mammoth had nowhere to go.
They gave the meat to their grandparents, and everyone was eating except the mammoth. They all looked at the baby, but as they were not hungry the baby was safe. The baby mammoth laid down on the floor and went to sleep. 
 
All the children from the cave went over and patted the animal and stroked its rough fur. The baby didn't mind. The kids had never been this close to a baby mammoth, or any mammoth for that matter. Only dead ones that had fallen over the cliff. 
 
Anyway it was time to move everybody over to the base of the cliff. There they would cut up the mammoths and carry the meat back to the cave for the winter.
They all picked up what they needed as they could be away from the cave for a few days. And they headed out into the beautiful autumn evening weather. Then of course the baby mammoth followed, trudging after the kids. The way down to the river was long and tiring and very hot. The kids were covered in sweat. 
 
The river was a welcome sight for the tired little group of very young and very old people. The kids were first to jump in the cool water followed by the baby. And finally the old people jumped in to cool off. 
 
The mammoth was squirting water all over the kids and they loved it. They even climbed on the mammoth's back and jumped off into the water. Then they would sit on the mammoths back as it swam around the river.
Now it was time to move on to the base of the cliff, but it was getting dark, and the kids were all wet and cold. 


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Saturday, May 03, 2014

The little lost baby mammoth




Little Leaf and her brother wrapped some meat in leaves and headed out. They walked away from the cliff face into the forest on the well-worn track back to the cave.
Little Leaf heard something rustling in the bushes.
“Sssss” she hissed and they both stood perfectly still.
The rustlings got louder and both Little Leaf and Rock Thrower crouched down grabbing their spears and raising them.
Out of the bushes staggered this little baby mammoth dragging one front foot. She stood in front of the children wide eyed with fear, then slowly crumbled exhausted to the ground.
The kids were not sure what to do. The animal was just a baby. They stood there looking at each other.
Little Leaf walked over and started patting the baby and scratching its ears and little trunk. The little mammoth sniffed at Little Leaf with her trunk. Little Leaf went and got some grass and held it up to the baby mammoth, and it ate the grass. Both the kids played with the baby. Very soon the baby mammoth managed to get up so the kids took it to the stream so the baby could drink. They played in the stream and the baby showered them with water. They loved every minute of it.
Then they started walking home, back to the cave on the side of the hill. And the baby mammoth followed the children right back to the cave. As they climbed up the path to the cave mommy and grandma came running down to meet them. And they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the baby mammoth following the children. The baby mammoth had nowhere to go so it just followed the kids. They ran to their mommy and the baby came also. And the kids told their parents what had happened. Then they both said “Can we keep it, please?” The other children came down from the cave and started playing with the mammoth.

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Monday, April 14, 2014

The mammoth feast

Little Leaf watched the slow burning fire sticks come closer. She strained to hear words because if she could hear them talking she knew they were all right. If they were silent she knew they were not all coming back. Now she could hear the babbling and excitement as the hunters relived the attack. It would be a long night until all the stories had been told.
Tomorrow there would be feasting. They could live of mammoth meat for the winter. If the snows came early the meat would last all winter but not if the sun stayed too hot.
Morning came and they rushed to the edge of the cliff to look at the night’s work.
Three mammoth lay in a tangled mess at the bottom. They were scattered amongst the bones of the previous years kill’s.
One was dead and the other two were struggling to stay alive. It was better if they stayed alive, that way some of the meat would not go bad so quickly.
It had been a good hunt. The three were good healthy animals with lots of fat. They had fed well up north on the summer pastures. The skins would be useful for beds or a door for the cave.
They cut open the belly and soon Little Leaf was crawling around inside cutting off little bits of fat and eating. The first mammoth meat of the autumn always tasted the best.
Father had brought a fire stick and now they had a big fire blazing. The smell of cooking meat filled the air. They cooked and eat, cooked and ate.
It was time for Little Leaf and Rock Thrower to return to the home cave to bring everybody back. It was not too far only half a days walk. Mommy and Grandma would love the mammoth meat and the mammoth skins.


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Tuesday, April 08, 2014

The mammoth return to the valley

The mammoth came, big scraggy beasts that lumbered through the darkness of the moonless night. Their thudding footsteps, the only sound that echoed off the frozen landscape. Bouncing off the ice covered hills until the sound was lost amongst the sparse lifeless trees that stood short against the bleak and lonely landscape. 
The mammoth followed the same path they had followed from the beginning of time. Proud beasts that walked tall. There was not much to be afraid of when you are a huge walking giant that towers over all the other beasts of the plains. But there was one little beast the mammoths were very afraid off. And they were here. Mommy Mammoth following a path her mother had taught her. A pathway passed down from generation to generation.
At the back of the hill over looking the steep cliff the hunters waited. They could hear the giant beasts lumbering along in the darkness. And they could feel the ground shudder with every movement. The strong overpowering smell of unwashed fur, that was covered in years of sweat and dirt floated on the crisp night air. It mingled with the beautiful pungent smell of wood smoke that drifted around the blazing fire
Little Leaf and her younger brother Rock Thrower tended the fire. They had spent all afternoon gathering wood to burn, and long dry sticks to be used as fire sticks.
The mammoths were now walking along the cliff edge. It was time for the hunters to move. The mammoth were huge dangerous beasts that towered over the hunters. But the hunters had a secret weapon that the mammoth were afraid of. FIRE.
Stay here and keep the fire burning” Father said “and if anything comes wave the fire sticks at it.”
Then he and the hunters walked into the night.
Little Leaf and Rock Thrower watched the trail of flames walking towards the mammoth.
The mammoth could smell the smoke and hear the soft crackle of the fire and they knew.
Mommy Mammoth had been here many times. She knew the hunters would come as they always came. She trumpeted a warning and then charged, hoping her little daughter would follow.
The hunters rushed into the herd waving the fire sticks. Hoping the confusion would drive some of the huge hairy beasts over the cliff.
Little leaf and Rock Thrower heard the screams and knew the hunt had been a success.
Mommy Mammoth keep trumpeting and leading the way but in the confusion she lost her little calf. She had heard the screams and knew that when the sun came up there would be less in the herd.



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