Behold the Flame
It was a sultry day with nothing to do. Then again, it is always a sultry day with nothing to do. I mean, everything is the same around here.
You wake up, you get your overskins on, you go out, and you look for food. If you are lucky, you find something that has died on the path that you can bring home to eat.
Then comes the hard part. You must figure out how to eat this thing that you have found. As luck would have it, I found a very pointy rock that allowed me to break my dead kill into pieces.
Of course, eating it is no easy task either. This food is very stretchy and hard to break. If there were only a way to soften it up.
The ones in the other shelters have found a way to take those sharp rocks and attach them to fallen branches. I’ve seen them use those rock branches to get live beasts to die. The others throw their rock branches, and when the rocks stick into the live beasts, they turn into dead kill.
I’ve been collecting lots of those branches, big and small, and piling them in front of my shelter.
That big bright thing over my head is getting darker, and it’s not even sleep time yet.
I hear a loud noise coming from the overhead space. It seems to be getting louder and louder. That usually means that the wet will be coming soon.
Before it comes, I see something that I have never seen before. It is a very bright streak of brightness. It looks like it is going all throughout the overhead. Now one of those bright streaks has touched my branch pile. The branches are starting to glow. I go over to pick one of them up and immediately drop it on one of my dead kills. My hand hurts a lot. And then the water comes. Lots and lots of water. My hand feels better.
Soon, all is quiet again. The water has taken away most of the hotness on the branches. I pick up the dead kill. It feels different. I can easily break it up with my hands. I eat it. It is much easier to eat.
I try and pick up one of the glowing branches, but not from the glowing part. I already know that the glow feels comfortable.
I bring it over to the other shelters. I touch their piles of branches and put their dead kill into the glow. I push their dead kill around with one of their rock branches. As long as the stick part doesn’t touch the glow, it doesn’t get hot; only the rock part does.
They all stare at me. When the glow is over, I give the dead kill to the others to try and eat. They grunt with pleasure.
I have discovered something new and important. I will call it after me. I name it Stir Fry.
