Deer - Bobcat - Wooly Mammoth

 

I walked farther back into the cave, so much so, that there was no longer any more carpet.  There was nothing but dirt floor beneath my feet, but the candles along the walls were still going strong.  It was a little damper than before but not too bad.

I had been put in charge of doing the cave drawings, and it seemed like everyone had suggestions on what I should draw.  Many wanted me to draw the animals we hunted and used for food.  I found that to be just a little boring.  Really, who’s going to care, hundreds of years from now, what we had for dinner?   Nobody.

I thought it would be fun to make it look like we had been visited by people from outer space.  What a hoot.  The way I draw anyway they’re going to look like crazy stick people.  They’ll never think cavemen had a sense of humor.  They’ll believe whatever I put here.