I am a young hunter in what is now known as Northern Europe. I live with my father and my uncles in the entrance of an underground Cavern. We spend our days hunting for mammoths and red squirrels and gathering water. We stay up late into the night working on our paintings of animals that we have hunted that day.
We paint by using a mud-like solution that is a mixture of water and plant particles and parts of minerals. In our paintings we include weapons and depictions of the day's events. Our weapons are very important because they Keep Us Alive and help us with hunting and with making stuff for cooking our food. We Gather materials to make the weapons. We Gather sticks stones and dried grass and other local materials to build Spears Knives axes and Spitz for roasting meat.
One day we went out hunting mammoths. My father uncles and I we went out to our spot Where we usually hunt the mammoths. The mammoths that were there were much bigger than usual. As we slowly crept toward the mammoths My father stepped on a stick, which startled all the mammoths into a panic stampede. They ran not ten feet away from us and as they ran branches and loose dirt were kicked up into the air. The loose dirt that was kicked up blew into our eyes and temporarily blinded us. As the dust cleared I noticed it was much darker out and there were two trees in front of me that I had not seen there before. When I looked up I noticed that there was no sky above me, just the very furry underbelly of a mammoth. I was very scared to make any movements because I did not want to make a sound and startle the mammoth. I very slowly and quietly made my way toward the back of the mammoth. I hoped I could escape without the mammoth noticing I was there. I knew if I made any sound the mammoth we get very startled and could easily crush me. After what felt like a really long time I made my way out from underneath the mammoth by crawling very slowly. I knew that this would be a story to put on the cave wall.
As we made our way back to our cave we collected plants and minerals to turn into paste for the paintings. We used a fuzzy stick to apply the paste onto the walls to depict the events that happened to us that day. We brought the Torches that we Made from charcoal over to the paintings to dry the paste to the stone. As the light from the fire reached the wall you could see the paste turn from a wet sloppy mess into a well-defined drawing of a mammoth and a person.
