Sinjin's+Stone+Age+Narrative

Neolithic Dog // By Sinjin S. //

I pace the edge of a farm watching my master plant carrot seeds. I remember the immense harvest the preceding season, mostly because my master served me flavorsome sirloin. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of swooshing leaves. I turned and right before me was a vast black bear, it’s black, sleek fur swishing with the wind. I let out several thunderous barks, alerting my master. He sprinted forward, his bronze hoe clenched in his fist. SMACK! I forgot about the bear. The smash sent me flying through the air, like an arrow. I feel indignation spread throughout my body, like a deadly virus, as I dashed toward the bear. My master started swinging his hoe, just as I pounced. Our attacks in capitated it, so the bear laid there helpless as my master delivered the final blow.

"Good jom Samuel ." my master said to me. I could smell roast bear already. That very night, we celebrated with roasted bear, in hope for another colossal harvest.