Thag sleep on it!

It had finally happened. No, the Thunka Grunka Clan was not about to finally get rid of that walking meat stick, the shaman Weasel-Scratch-Face Brother. It was not nearly such good news.

His ex-mate, Onga, had finally got on the shaman's nerves.

Onga had left Thag for the shaman nearly a season ago, and in a strange way, they had been good times for Thag. He'd become the leader of the hunters. He'd discovered art — in the form of cave painting — and this artistic flowering had garnered him even