Caveman CourtshipChapter 1
It was a typical spring day like many others in the history of the Moose Tribe, the tribe was doing well and growing. The cold season’s snow had melted, and we no longer needed our heavy fur caps, coats, pants, leggings, and boots. The river’s water was still too cold to bear for more than a few minutes at a time. The fish were plentiful and the tribe’s fishermen had not lost their skill with their spears. The fishermen would provide plenty of fish to feed their families and the tribe. Even...