But Zuboo's not intimidated by an old mammoth. She just pops him over the head and Voila! Dinner until the meat smells unbearable, a new winter coat and tusks to line the sides of her mossy bed.
Might be enough to tempt that guy in the cave up the canyon to move in!
Zubu tossed a challenge over her shoulder, along with a well gnawed bone, to Grr and Herbert. "Whichever of you gets the beast's pelt stripped of flesh and ready to be lain on can have me for tonight. if it's especially comfortable , maybe longer, and you don't have to drag me by my hair for more than a couple of yards."
"Grrr" Grrr, leaped on the beast and began hacking at the mammoth with his fingernails.
"Be back in a jiffy," said Herbert, and he ran to his tent. He was sure he had left his pelt de-stripper there. Sure the other tribe members made fun of his inventions, but he felt sure that Zuboo would understand there was an artist inside him, just waiting to come out.
"Where is that de-stripper?" Herbert paused for one poignant moment, while he imagined using the de-stripper on Zuboo.
It little mattered which of her suitors would finish first because Zuboo was no fool. With her annoying suitors thus occupied, she slipped away to the cave of Ughh, who was known for his ability to find sparkly things and string them onto sinews to make all manner of prehistoric jewelry.
Shiny. Sparkly. Zuboo knew what she really wanted, and it wasn't a smelly mammoth pelt.
With Herbert having run off to find some new fangled tool to do who-knows-what with, and Grr ripping away at her lovely mamouth skin, Zuboo felt lonely and forgotten. She thought back to her last mammouth prey, over a year ago, and the fine few nights of whoopee that fuzzy hide had nourished. Too bad Reggie had been swallowed by that python. She had kept the snake around until the bulge in its belly finally disappeared and she knew Reggie was sure never to return. She looked at Grr's back and wondered if canabalism really made for luscious steaks.
No wonder Zuboo pissed. Noone not understand. Who sleep on dried up stinky rotten mammoth skin? Or with nasty dirty old cave guys? Zuboo not know if man or woman though they call Zuboo she. Zuboo not name. Crazy you not see no feeding bumps on front, no baby seed stick. What you not got eyes, come from moon? Think you gnarly ugly fat lips from other side of mountain. Go.Pretty strong me. Smell good too, like lizard fat.
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Zuboo was pissed. Zuboo was really pissed.
Hi
Why is Zuboo mad?
Shadow
Someone had taken Zuboo's favorite sparkly necklace. She loved that necklace. It was pretty.
Hey, how did you get that picture of my mother? Now can you blame me for what I did!
Gabby lol
Grrg took necklace. Sparkled like stars. Zuboo not good enough for star necklace.
Grrr. Zuboo mad. Want necklace. Went to get club.
Knock head. Knock head.
Zuboo wanted her sparkly.
Just then a large woolly mammoth came around the bend.
'Pu Pu!' Zuboo yelled. 'Over, Pu Pu! Go get Grrr. Bad Grrr, Bad."
Then she noticed Grrr was on Pu Pu's back.
"Grrrr," said Grrr.
"Pu Pu" said the wooly mammoth.
But Zuboo's not intimidated by an old mammoth. She just pops him over the head and Voila! Dinner until the meat smells unbearable, a new winter coat and tusks to line the sides of her mossy bed.
Might be enough to tempt that guy in the cave up the canyon to move in!
The guy in the cave, Herbert, sniffed the air.
"Smells delicious. I think I shall partake of the feast provided by my dear friend Zuboo."
'Mmmph. Food. Good food.'
Zuboo stuffed her mouth full of mammoth meat and chomped. Food sprayed all over. Dribble dripped down her chin.
Both Grrr and Herbert watched her.
"That a woman! Grrrr," said Grrr.
"She is lovely; a delicate sun flower in a world of shade and cold. A vision of feminity," Herbert agreed.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
"You like Zuboo, too?" Grrr barred his teeth.
"Grrrrrr"
Zubu tossed a challenge over her shoulder, along with a well gnawed bone, to Grr and Herbert. "Whichever of you gets the beast's pelt stripped of flesh and ready to be lain on can have me for tonight. if it's especially comfortable , maybe longer, and you don't have to drag me by my hair for more than a couple of yards."
"Grrr" Grrr, leaped on the beast and began hacking at the mammoth with his fingernails.
"Be back in a jiffy," said Herbert, and he ran to his tent. He was sure he had left his pelt de-stripper there. Sure the other tribe members made fun of his inventions, but he felt sure that Zuboo would understand there was an artist inside him, just waiting to come out.
"Where is that de-stripper?" Herbert paused for one poignant moment, while he imagined using the de-stripper on Zuboo.
Hi
I know how Herbert feels.
Shadow
While Herbert wasted time trying to find the tool that would make him look careful, Grr was making headway using tried-and-true methods.
Who would be the winner of this contest?
It little mattered which of her suitors would finish first because Zuboo was no fool. With her annoying suitors thus occupied, she slipped away to the cave of Ughh, who was known for his ability to find sparkly things and string them onto sinews to make all manner of prehistoric jewelry.
Shiny. Sparkly. Zuboo knew what she really wanted, and it wasn't a smelly mammoth pelt.
With Herbert having run off to find some new fangled tool to do who-knows-what with, and Grr ripping away at her lovely mamouth skin, Zuboo felt lonely and forgotten. She thought back to her last mammouth prey, over a year ago, and the fine few nights of whoopee that fuzzy hide had nourished. Too bad Reggie had been swallowed by that python. She had kept the snake around until the bulge in its belly finally disappeared and she knew Reggie was sure never to return. She looked at Grr's back and wondered if canabalism really made for luscious steaks.
No wonder Zuboo pissed. Noone not understand. Who sleep on dried up stinky rotten mammoth skin? Or with nasty dirty old cave guys? Zuboo not know if man or woman though they call Zuboo she. Zuboo not name. Crazy you not see no feeding bumps on front, no baby seed stick. What you not got eyes, come from moon? Think you gnarly ugly fat lips from other side of mountain. Go.Pretty strong me. Smell good too, like lizard fat.
Hi
Lizard fat. That's funny.
Shadow
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