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Thag not fooling himself!

Thag was worried about the morale of the other hunters in the Thunka Grunka tribe.

As their leader, it was his responsibility to ensure they worked together well, and it looked as though he had misjudged things.

One of their youngest hunters, Donjuag, had been putting the moves on the mate of Thag's second-in-command, the spike-haired Fonzag. Thag couldn't really blame Donjuag for being attracted to the voluptuous and sensual Vunga, and he couldn't really fault Fonzag for feeling a little jealous

The Marvellous Hairy Podcasts

As readers of The Skwib, you may be aware that I am also a novelist releasing his second work, Marvellous Hairy – a novel in five fractals. It's available online from the publisher now, and in stores in the Fall.

But I'm also podcasting this bad boy, and they are well underway. I'll be listing them all here, at iTunes, or you could check out the episodes on my writer's blog:

Part One, The Cult of the Claw

Episode One (chapters one and two)
Episode Two (chapters three to five)
Episode Three (chapter

Thag angry! Teenager bad!

Having settled the issue of if the members of the Thunka Grunka tribe had free will or not, Thag settled back into life with his tribe.

For once, it was almost peaceful. He and his new mate, Twigla, were happy. Thag enjoyed the prestige and respect everyone gave him for leading the hunters so well. (Not to mention how they grokked his cave paintings and practically worshiped his beer.)

He and the other decent hunter, Fonzag, were in the process of training a new generation of young men. But the

Thag not talk much!

Thag's year with the Drunka Grunka was drawing to a close, and he was almost ready to head back to his own tribe, the Thunka Grunkas.

His relationship with the slender and beautiful Twigla was blossoming, and his artwork was a major triumph, despite the many critics within the Elder's council of the Drunka Grunkas. They even liked the cow, though they were most excited about Thag's surrealistic depiction of a mammoth stomping a shaman to death. At first, the Drunka Grunka shaman, Cave-Bear-Bite

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The first episode (which is about twenty minutes long and covers the first two chapters) can be found at my other blog, on my author's site. I've added the second episode now too. You can also subscribe at iTunes, and soon at Podiobooks.com.

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Thag not grok milk!

Thag really was starting to enjoy the Grunka gathering. His mate, Onga, was behaving herself, and even the new religion of his tribe's shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother wasn't bothering him anymore.

Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the stars, all of the Grunka clans would gather and share their stories, swap items (sometimes mates too) and have a bit of a prehistoric party.

As part of the swapping, Thag hoped to learn to make a new drink invented by the Drunka Grunkas; a

Thag grok cow!

Thag's sabbatical with the Drunka Grunka tribe was not as idyllic as he thought it was going to be, but on the whole, he was quite enjoying his stay.

First of all, the Drunka Grunkas had invented a delectable potage they called "beer" and it was good stuff. He'd already learned all he could about making it himself, and had even come up with the innovation of adding a plant to the mix that gave the "beer" an extra something. (The Drunka headman in charge of the beer called it "hops".)

Then there

Thag not grok big bottoms!

The trip back to the Drunka Grunka's lands would be a long one — of all the Grunka tribes, the Drunkas lived the farthest away from the place of the Great Gathering.

But Thag was happy. For at least one season he would be free of his mate's incessant nagging, not to mention her infidelities. And he wasn't only leaving the frustrations of Onga behind — for many turnings of the moon, Thag would be free of the annoying shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother.

He was traveling back to the Drunka Grunka

MARVELLOUS HAIRY Podcast

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The first episode (which is about twenty minutes long and covers the first two chapters) can be found at my other blog, on my author's site. You can also subscribe at iTunes, and soon at Podiobooks.com.

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Thag Go Grunka Gathering!

Everyone at the Grunka Gathering was in good spirits, except Thag.

Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the stars, all of the Grunka clans would gather and share their stories, swap items (sometimes mates too) and have a bit of a prehistoric party.

It was a grand affair, and luckily for Thag's tribe, the Thunka Grunkas, they only had to travel five or six days to join in the festivities.

But Thag was not having as much fun as he hoped. First of all, nobody was willing to swap