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.
Article by © Peter Legrove 2014, at www.animalsdinosaursandbugs.com
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