Michael's+Stone+Age+Narrative

I am White Tusk, a mammoth.

I like to graze and rest were the sun shines .I fear the cries of hunters at all times. There are many flowers were I currently graze, but the winter is coming, and soon we must leave this place.

Five months ago, a group of hunters tried to attack my herd and I. We lost a mammoth, but we severely injured most of the hunters, and I doubt they will return to our herd anytime soon.

One week ago, a hunter was holding a torch, tripped on a rock and burnt half of the plains .Its so crowded now, we have to fight our way to breakfast in the morning.

But now things have settled down, and we don’t have to fight for our food, I am once more feasting heftily.