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Kandu's Great Discovery
By Jay Dubya
Posted: Friday, January 30, 2015
Last edited: Sunday, February 01, 2015
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Kandu's Great Discovery is one of 18 stories appearing in Jay Dubya's hardcover/paperback/e-book titled The Eighteen Story Gingerbread House.
Kandu’s Great Discovery

Thousands and thousands of years ago, before the invention of the bow and arrow and even before prehistoric men developed alphabets and had learned how to write words, a young boy named Kandu lived in a mountain cave with his family. Kandu’s father Lanla tried telling his son that he had lived for ten summers and ten winters. Lanla pointed to the sun in the sky and showed Kandu his ten fingers, but the ten-year-old boy couldn’t exactly understand what his father was trying to communicate.

Kandu’s family elders greatly respected his older brother Binja, who was a great hunter. Binja strongly believed in the power of magic. Kandu’s older brother thought that if he used a piece of coal to draw an animal on the cave wall, then the following day he would be able to find and kill the animal he had drawn the day before.

Kandu’s mother Mawa made warm bearskin clothing for her youngest son, for Lanla and for Binja to wear. Kandu’s grandfather Kartan helped Mawa sew the bearskin clothes together. They used sharp bones as needles and animal ligaments as thread. Kartan was now too old to hunt animals so his family job was to assist Mawa with her many daily chores.

Kandu had a baby sister named Unga. When Kandu was not watching his father and brother hunt for food, he had to either help Kartan find firewood or assist his mother in taking care of baby Unga. No matter what jobs Kandu had to do to help his family, the boy always loved wearing his bearskin clothes. This made Kandu feel as if he was a great hunter like his older brother Binja or like his proud father Lanla.

Kandu’s family belonged to an advanced race of prehistoric people known today to modern science as Cro-Magnon Man. The Cro-Magnons knew how to make and keep fire, how to trap animals in pits and how to hit stones together to form sharp tools out of rock. Cro-Magnons lived about forty thousand years ago in what is now Central France. They are probably the direct ancestors of modern man.

During the cold winter months, Kandu’s family lived in a big cave on the side of a mountain cliff. But during the warmer summer season the family resided in an outdoor shelter that Lanla and Binja had constructed from wood and had covered with animal skins. The father and son had made the frame from poles they had formed from tree limbs and the animal skins helped keep the rain and wind out of the shelter during summer thunderstorms.

One spring day Lanla, Binja and Kandu were standing on a ledge of rocks beside their cave’s entrance. The three Cro-Magnons were looking down and closely watching the slow movements of a dangerous cave bear. The father and his two sons waited patiently for just the right time to attack and surprise the bear, which was busy eating a dead bird that had fallen from the sky. Then the three aimed and threw their spears downward at the same moment. The cave bear growled and soon fell to the ground. Binja thought that it all happened because he had drawn an image of a cave bear with a piece of coal on the cave wall the night before.

One morning in late spring Lanla became very sick. He had very bad pains in his chest and in his stomach. Kandu worried about his father’s illness very much. ‘Binja is almost ready to find a wife, get his own cave and start his own family,’ Kandu thought. Kandu fully understood that soon he would have to hunt for Mawa, Kartan and baby Unga if his father did not get well again.

Binja soon left the cave to accompany other Cro-Magnon men going on a big hunting expedition. Sometimes the hunting party would have to travel, search, hunt and plan for a whole week until the men finally found food. ‘Now I have to help my mother pick berries from the nearby bushes while Kartan takes care of little Unga,’ Kandu realized.

The following morning Kandu had two important jobs to complete. First he had to find and gather firewood with Kartan for food cooking. Later Kandu had to check the faraway pit (that his father and Binja had dug) to see if any large animal had fallen inside. ‘The huge pit is near my favorite tree I will use for climbing and watching Binja return with the other men from hunting,’ Kandu thought, using picture images in his mind to represent the ideas he was thinking.

Three weeks had passed since Lanla and Binja had covered the pit with tree limbs, twigs, old dry leaves and branches to conceal it from animals. Several pieces of meat had been placed at the bottom to lure a large animal there. ‘When a hungry animal smells the meat in the pit,’ Kandu thought, ‘it’ll press its feet against the branches and leaves and then fall inside the hole. It’s easier to kill a large dangerous animal by throwing sharp pointed spears when it is trapped down inside a hole than to hunt the beast out in an open field or in high grass,’ Kandu smartly imagined.

The pit-trap was located about a mile from the family’s mountain cave. Kandu knew the trail from the cave to the pit by heart. On the way to the concealed hole, the Cro-Magnon boy became hungry. He picked a familiar green vegetable from a bushy plant that grew along the path. ‘I sometimes get tired of eating meat,’ the boy thought. ‘I enjoy eating this tasty green food that grows in sunlit parts of the trail that goes through the tall trees,’ the boy’s mind pictured and thought.

Kandu bit into the green tart vegetable he had picked. He spit out the big seeds into his left hand, remembering that once the seeds had given him a very bad stomachache. ‘I’ll walk slowly and eat the green food until I reach and check the pit trap,’ the boy thought in picture ideas.

When Kandu finally arrived at the pit he was disappointed that no bison’, bear or auroch (prehistoric ox) had fallen into it. ‘The hole is still covered by tree limbs, branches, twigs and old dry brown leaves,’ Kandu observed and imagined.

As the Cro-Magnon boy was about to rest from his mile-long trek from the cave to the pit, he heard a loud distant sound coming from his left. Kandu then heard men shouting and grunting and soon saw a fierce wild boar squealing wildly and running directly toward him. ‘I have no time to think!’ Kandu’s brain imagined. The boy grabbed his spear, threw the seeds in his left hand down upon the ground and quickly clambered up his favorite lookout tree as fast as his legs could shinny.

The wild boar was both confused and angry. The animal had been wounded and blood was trickling out of its nose and from its ears. The beast was snorting and grunting very loudly and it soon began wildly scraping its sharp tusks against the trunk of Kandu’s favorite lookout tree. ‘I’m very lucky to have escaped the angry wild boar’s tusks!’ Kandu thought.

The wounded boar then acted even more crazily. It began banging its head over and over again against the base of the tall oak tree. Kandu suddenly became ever more frightened than he had been just the moment before. The tall oak tree shook with each smash of the boar’s head and Kandu was almost knocked right off the limb on which he was standing. ‘Wild boars must be very brave animals because Binja often draws them on the walls of the cave!’ Kandu pictured in his mind. ‘I must not waste any more time, for the wild boar might knock me right out of this tree!’

Kandu then aimed his spear very carefully. ‘I’ll have only one chance to kill the wounded wild boar!’ he thought. The boy waited for the right moment to toss his spear downward. The sharp object soon was thrust down toward its snorting target. The pointed tip hit the fierce male pig’s neck and instantly penetrated it. The animal tumbled onto the ground snarling, squealing and crying. Soon it was dead.

‘My brother Binja would be very proud of my brave deed!’ Kandu imagined. ‘But I want to be careful and make sure the boar really is dead before I descend the tree. The great male pig will be enough food for Mawa, Kartan, Unga, Lanla and me until Binja returns home with the other hunters.’

Just as Kandu thought it was safe to climb down he heard men’s shouting coming from a cluster of boulders that bordered the pit area. Strange looking hunters with round faces approached the dead boar and began clubbing it over the head to make sure the beast was indeed dead. Then the leader of the strange-looking hunters pulled Kandu’s spear out of the dead boar’s neck. The amazed men had never seen such a fantastic weapon before and wondered where the sharp spear had come from.

Kandu was very scared as he silently stood above on the tree limb. He had never before seen such wild-looking men. ‘These men look almost like animal-men!’ Kandu thought. ‘They do not look like my people do! I hope these odd men aren’t savage cannibals!’ his mind feared.

Suddenly Oona, the only son of the Neanderthal leader Saboo, heard a noise originating from up in the tall oak tree. Kandu had mistakenly cracked a weak limb with his right foot. Oona shouted to the other Neanderthals and pointed his finger up at Kandu, who was very petrified at being discovered.

Soon Kandu was the Neanderthal’s prisoner. Oona, Saboo, and the other wild-looking men studied their captive very closely. The Neanderthals had recently been chased out of their valley caves by Cro-Magnons and they knew that the more modern species of men were better hunters and more advanced than they were. The Neanderthals also knew that Kandu was a scared boy and probably would not harm any of them.

Saboo stared at Kandu very intently. The boy had no hair on his face or body. Then the Neanderthals became excited when Saboo touched Kandu’s furry bearskin clothing. The men knew in their hearts that only a great hunter could kill such a brave fierce animal.

The homeless Neanderthals picked up the dead boar’, tied it to a long pole and Saboo assigned two hunters the task of carrying the animal. The Neanderthals like the Cro-Magnons believed that if they ate the flesh of a brave animal like a wild boar, then they would acquire the beast’s courage from eating its meal.

The chief Neanderthal then led the others back to their campsite. Kandu was led along by Saboo’, who held the boy’s hand tightly. As the hunting party crossed a high ridge of rocks Saboo abruptly stopped and quickly gave his companions a hand signal to duck and squat down.

In the green valley below Kandu saw the Cro-Magnon hunting party heading back toward their caves. Eight men were carrying on their shoulders two goats and two hogs strapped onto four separate long poles.

‘Binja is not with the other lucky hunters,’ Kandu immediately noticed. ‘But Binja often likes to hunt alone!’ the boy’s mind theorized in picture ideas.

Then Kandu tried crying out to the Cro-Magnon hunters trekking back home in the green valley below. But Saboo was alert enough to put his big hairy hand over the boy’s mouth before the successful animal hunters could hear Kandu’s scream. Oona put his finger up to his lips to silently inform his new traveling companion to remain quiet.

Five minutes later Saboo hoisted Kandu over his head, dropped the boy below his massive shoulders and then carried him piggyback-style through the high rugged mountain pass. Kandu instinctively observed that the Neanderthals seldom spoke with one another. Most of their utterances were deep grunts and weird mumbles.

‘My people often put words together to form ideas about certain things,’ Kandu thought. ‘These new ugly people use only one word at a time or just make strange sounds. And their animal skin clothes don’t fit as tightly as those worn by my tribe do. These people probably don’t know about sewing with needle-bones and with ligaments.’

As the Neanderthal party moved onward toward their temporary campsite, Oona began to trust Kandu and smiled up at him still riding on and clinging to Saboo’s back. Oona was carrying Kandu’s ‘magic spear’ that Saboo had yanked from the boar’s neck. Every few minutes Oona would stare at the red-stained spear tip and greatly admire it.

Then another thought entered Kandu’s alert mind in the form of picture ideas. ‘Binja once drew a picture of similar men to the ones that have captured me,’ the ten-year-old Cro-Magnon imagined. ‘The men were living in a mountain cave. My family’s cave might have once been the same one that these hairy, ugly, round-headed strong men used to live in.’

In several hours the Neanderthal hunting expedition reached their campsite, which was located about three miles away from Kandu’s favorite scouting tree and Binja and Lanla’s large concealed animal pit. Right away Kandu observed that the Neanderthals had more primitive methods of doing simple work than the Cro-Magnons utilized. The other alien race of men used cruder tools with duller tips to cut and shape wood and stone.

‘Their poor weapons are little more than pointed sticks and poles,’ Kandu realized. ‘My people know many more things than these crude tribes-men do. We use sharp spears, knives and brains to kill, trap and skin animals. This tribe of ugly hairy men uses none of those things or methods,’ the boy thought in picture ideas.

Then Saboo and Oona escorted Kandu to the other side of their campsite. He immediately recognized Binja with his hands and arms tied to a long pole that had been placed under his broad shoulders. Kandu attempted to run toward his older brother but Saboo and Oona restrained him.

‘I’m happy that Binja is still alive,’ Kandu felt in his heart, ‘but I’m also very sad because my older brother is not free to hunt or to return home.’

Saboo waved his hand back and forth before his face indicating to Kandu that the boy was strictly forbidden to go over and reunite with his brother. ‘I now am angry, unhappy and lonely, too!’ Kandu both thought and felt.

Many days passed and the now homeless nomadic Neanderthals had made and then left behind four additional campsites. But still, Binja remained isolated from his younger brother and was most-of-the-time unaware of his presence among the twenty-eight Neanderthal men, women and children nomadically traveling together.

During the next week however Oona and Kandu became good friends. After many difficult lessons, Kandu finally taught Oona how to sharpen and throw a spear the correct way. Oona soon learned the Cro-Magnon words for ‘spear, food, bearskin, eating, playing’ and ‘hunting’ from his new acquaintance.

Saboo shrewdly noticed that his son and Kandu were behaving as if they were brothers. The Neanderthal leader gave Kandu a signal and then motioned his right hand toward Binja, whose hands and arms were still tied and tethered to the long pole on the other side of the primitive trekkers’ new campsite. Kandu understood the signal-message and eagerly sprinted over to greet his older brother.

Kandu strongly desired to set Binja free from being a Neanderthal hostage and a week later the Cro-Magnon boy finally got his chance to do just that. Several of the Neanderthal men were aggressively chasing a pack of wild rabbits, thinking that the fleet animals were too fast to ever catch. But in their hunting game the men were throwing heavy flat clubs to try and hit one of the fast darting hares that they had trapped in a small canyon with mountains on three sides. If one of the Neanderthal men got lucky, his thrown club would stun or knock out a fast-jumping rabbit.

Kandu and Oona were standing on a boulder overlooking the wild in-progress rabbit chase. The Cro-Magnon boy grabbed his boar-killing spear from Oona, aimed carefully and then threw his weapon, hitting a fleet-footed hare that was dodging by underneath the boys’ standing position atop the boulder.

All of the Neanderthal men stopped hunting and began scratching their heads in wonderment at Kandu’s remarkable accomplishment. It took the hairy round-faced men a long time to fully understand what had truly happened to the hare. ‘How could that new boy hostage kill a fast wild hare without running after it and throwing a club?’ each of the confused clansmen thought.

The displaced Neanderthal tribe wandered and hunted during the daytime but at night, the hunters slept close to their campfire. The next morning the women and children of the tribe would again wander a mile ahead to the next campsite while the fierce men searched and hunted for food. ‘I’m sad that these people have no caves to live in,’ Kandu regretted. ‘Maybe I can teach them new ways, but then these ugly hairy animal-people might use their new knowledge to fight and hurt my people!’ Kandu imagined in picture thoughts.

One morning the Neanderthal campfire went out. Saboo was very angry toward one of the younger hunters whose job was to watch the fire and keep it burning. The young man had fallen asleep during his watch and allowed the fire to burn itself’ out.

‘These people do not know how to make fire!’ Kandu realized as he watched Saboo making threatening gestures at the embarrassed young negligent Neanderthal. ‘These people only know how to keep a fire going by adding more dry grass, leaves, weeds, bark and wood,’ Kandu intelligently concluded.

The original Neanderthal fire had been gotten from inside an active volcano. Sometimes the clansmen obtained fire from an abandoned Cro-Magnon campsite or from a forest after lightning had struck a tree and caused flames. Someone in the tribe always had the responsibility of carrying the started ‘magic flame’ around in a stone bowl from campsite to campsite. Just like the Neanderthals often had to search for food, they also had to search for fire.

Kandu ran and grabbed Saboo by the arm. He shook his head in an effort to tell the Neanderthal leader not to strike the young hunter for allowing the fire to extinguish itself’. Saboo looked as if he was very confused by Kandu’s daring gesture.

The boy then bent down and picked-up a handful of dried grass stalks. From a pouch beneath his furry bearskin clothes Kandu removed two flint rocks, which he next scraped together against a thin stick. The boy then more vigorously rubbed the flint rocks against the stick, which he held very close to the dried grass. The friction of the flint rocks against the wooden stick soon caused sparks to fly onto the dried grass. In less than a minute the dried grass ignited into a small flame.

The Neanderthals watching Kandu’s magical demonstration were totally awed and amazed. ‘Fire no longer has to be found; it can be made!’ they all marveled. The hairy men led by Saboo all got down on their knees to praise and worship Kandu, thinking that he was a grand wizard’ who could control nature.

The Cro-Magnon boy thought that the men’s behavior was funny and almost childish. He could not help laughing at the idea that the Neanderthals were seriously intent on worshiping him.

When Saboo and his tribesmen finally stood up Kandu pointed at Binja, whose arms were still tethered to the long pole under his shoulders. Saboo immediately understood exactly what Kandu had meant to communicate. Saboo, Oona and Kandu then untied Binja. The freed Cro-Magnon man could once again be a brave hunter.

The Neanderthals headed eastward the following morning. Since east was the direction of their cave’ home, Binja and Kandu traveled with the hairy tribesmen and their clan. That night before Kandu went to sleep beside the campfire, he wondered about his father’s health and pondered whether Lanla was still alive. ‘I also miss Mawa, Kartan and little Unga,’ Kandu sobbed. ‘They probably think that Binja and I are both dead!’

Nearly four months had gone by since Binja and Kandu had been captured and had been traveling with the nomadic Neanderthal clan. Soon the harshness of winter would be coming upon the land and food would become much harder to find.

Whenever Kandu and Binja spoke to one another, Saboo and Oona intently listened. The Neanderthals both feared and respected the Cro-Magnons’ ability to speak along with their greater knowledge base. The hairy clansmen thought that the nature gods had sent Kandu and Binja to teach them new hunting methods, new language and new ideas.

The following afternoon the Neanderthal hunters had daringly trapped a young woolly rhinoceros on a cliff overlooking a beautiful green valley. Binja had been in similar situations before so the older brother motioned with his hands for Kandu to intensely rub his small flint rocks against a tiny twig to help him light grass and branches into a fire. Saboo watched what Binja and Kandu were doing with great interest and curiosity.

Binja then signaled for Kandu to imitate his actions so that two fires would be produced after Binja had made the first one. The older Cro-Magnon brother removed one of the blazing tree branches from the fire he had ignited and bravely approached the stationary young woolly rhinoceros defensively standing near the side of the cliff. Kandu, Saboo, Oona and two other clansmen broke off branches from nearby trees, lit the ends in the larger second fire made by Kandu and soon followed Binja’s stellar example.

The dangerous young woolly rhinoceros retreated from the heat, smoke and flames given off by the burning branches. The awed Neanderthal hunters were astonished when Binja and Kandu boldly shoved their flaming smoking branches into the rhinoceros’s face. The fearful animal again retreated four additional steps backward, lost its footing and then its balance. Soon the huge beast slipped and then tumbled backwards off the cliff and into the green river valley below.

The Neanderthals all cheered the courageous and very clever deed performed by Binja and Kandu. The clansmen had witnessed and had learned another important Cro-Magnon hunting secret. Again the hairy round-faced clansmen fell to their knees to worship their former hostages. Kandu and Binja both smiled at the great admiration being directed toward them. Next the Cro-Magnon brothers led the eager Neanderthal hunters and everyone descended into the lush river valley to finally carve up and share the meat from the dead woolly rhinoceros.

A week later the Neanderthal clansmen, their families and Saboo’s two Cro-Magnon advisers arrived in the vicinity of Kandu’s favorite lookout tree and Binja and Lanla’s creative animal pit. The hunting party stopped upon hearing distant loud squealing and groaning, but Saboo seemed very confused because he could not see any large wounded animal making the discernible noises.

Binja motioned for the Neanderthals to follow Kandu and him to the concealed animal pit. The hairy wanderers were astounded to see an immense cave lion trapped below them with leaves, twigs’, branches and dried grass all around it. Binja and Kandu lifted their trusty spears and hurled them down at the injured cave lion trapped in the hollow. The ferocious beast was instantly silenced and put out of its misery.

The Neanderthal hunters had learned still another important lesson from Binja and Kandu. Saboo, Oona and the others all crouched down, got on their hands and knees and again paid homage to Binja and to Kandu.

‘These men have learned much from Binja and me,’ Kandu thought. ‘I hope they don’t use their new knowledge against my family living in their former cave,’ the ten-year-old boy picture- imagined.

Binja leaped down into the pit, used his sharp knife and showed Saboo and his clansmen how to best slice the meat from the bones of the once mighty cave lion. He then gave most of the prized meat to the hungry Neanderthals. Kandu and he would transport the remainder of the kill (strapped onto a long wooden pole) back to their family’s summer shelter built in front of their winter cave. The cave was a mile to the east of both the animal pit and Kandu’s favorite scouting tree.

Before waving and saying ‘goodbye,’ Saboo presented Kandu with his favorite deerskin clothing and Oona gave Kandu back the Cro-Magnon boy’s ‘magic hunting spear’ that had effectively been used to kill a fierce wild boar, a quick hare and a savage cave lion.

Binja then handed Saboo his lethal hunting spear as a token of friendship. Kandu next presented Oona and Sabu with the valued skin and fur from the fierce cave lion. Now Oona and Saboo could also be warm during the cold winter season just like Binja and Kandu would be.

Soon the Neanderthal hunting expedition carried their newly acquired meat and gifts back to their clan’s campfire. As the hairy men and Oona headed west, the Neanderthals fully understood that they had seen and learned some great lessons that they should never forget.

As Binja prepared the remaining cave lion meat for the short journey back to his family’s summer shelter, Kandu dashed over to his favorite lookout tree. ‘I must wave goodbye to Oona one final time,’ he thought. The Cro-Magnon boy skillfully ascended the oak tree and then waved a final salute to his new-found friends.

When Kandu climbed down to rejoin Binja the ambitious boy noticed something very different near the base of the tall oak tree. A cluster of green plants had recently grown right next to his favorite tree. Several of the new plants had produced the green vegetable Kandu had been eating before he tossed the seeds down from the tree branch.

‘When the wild boar hit its head against the tree,’ Kandu remembered in picture’ ideas, ‘I threw the seeds from my hand onto the ground! The wild boar had helped plant the seeds in the ground with its feet as it then ran wildly around the tree.’

It was then that Kandu realized something very powerful. ‘The seeds grew in time into the bushy vegetable plants. Seeds can grow into food!’ the boy excitedly theorized.

The Cro-Magnons like the Neanderthals were always too busy hunting animals to fully learn nature’s food growing secret involving the planting and nurturing of seeds. The notion that a seed matured into a plant producing new food was really a revolutionary idea for prehistoric men to comprehend. Kandu’a family never had time to watch a single seed over four months develop into a plant that then efficiently manufactured its own fruit or vegetable. They were always too preoccupied working and hunting to see the real connection between seeds and having plenty of food over several months’ time.

Kandu attempted telling Binja about his very great seed-food discovery. At first Binja believed that his younger brother was merely trying to play a joke on him. But after Kandu took several seeds, planted them under dirt, pointed to the sun to express time and then pointed his finger at the vegetables growing on the plants, Binja too finally fathomed the great truth Kandu had accidentally discovered.

The Cro-Magnon brothers transported the new cave lion meat tied to a pole and their new gifts to their family’s summer shelter. Everyone was very thrilled to see Binja and Kandu safely return home. Mawa gave both of her wayward sons big hugs.

Kandu and Binja were pleased to find out that Lanla’s sickness had improved to good health during their four months’ absence from their family. Baby Unga had already mastered the art of walking in the interim and old Kartan had drawn a picture of a tall hunter and a short hunter on the cave wall. The grandfather proudly showed the new coal drawing to his adventurous grandsons. The three Cro-Magnons all very much believed that the picture drawing was certainly magical. Kartan’s drawing had made the missing brothers return home again.

And then Kandu excitedly told Lanla and Kartan about his recent great seed-food discovery. The two elders looked very puzzled. They both scratched their heads as the young hero tried his best to explain the relationship of seeds to future food.

First Kandu rubbed away some dirt on the ground. Then he dropped seeds into each hole and covered them with soil. He next pointed to the sun and repeated the Cro-Magnon words for sun, moon, day, and night to express the passing of time. He waved his hands back and forth from the sun to an imaginary moon attempting to relate the idea of ‘many mornings, many nights.’

Finally another idea entered Kandu’s fertile imagination. The boy then pointed to a seed that remained in his right palm. Next Kandu pointed to baby Unga. After that, Kandu pointed to one of the fully-grown vegetables he had picked from the green plant. He split the vegetable open and pulled out a seed to show his amazed elders.

Then Kandu pointed to his mother Mawa. Lanla and Kartan finally understood what the boy was attempting to communicate. In time the seed would grow in the ground and form food, just as a girl like Unga would eventually grow into a woman like Mawa.

Kandu had by accident indeed made a very tremendous discovery. Binja, Lanla, Kartan and Mawa all knew that most fruits and vegetables they ate from plants had seeds inside. If people could grow their own food from seeds during the summer, then men could spend less time hunting. Families could spend more time together and husbands and wives would have more leisure time to think, to imagine, to invent and to dream.

Before the discovery of the seed’s secret, nature was man’s master. But thanks to Kandu’s great discovery, man could now settle down and make nature work for him. Mankind would soon become the masters’ of the world and no longer be fate’s slaves.

Lanla realized that Kandu had acquired some very special knowledge, perhaps just as important as making and keeping fire or trapping animals in deep concealed pits. The miracle of the seed would eventually lead to the beginning of civilization, language, culture, writing, art and human history.

Kandu’s great discovery would allow men time to think, which over the next thirty thousand years would raise mankind above animals and above the laws governing the natural environment.

And the knowledge of the seed was the main reason why Cro-Magnon families eventually settled down in villages, became farmers of crops and of domesticated animals and eventually ceased being wild animal hunters.

And Kandu’s Cro-Magnon people soon replaced Neanderthals as the dominant human species on the face of the earth, thousands and thousands of years ago before men knew how to write and even before the all-important invention of the bow and arrow.

Authors Note: The Tadpole and the Caterpillar, also from the Eighteen Story Gingerbread House, can be read at

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 1/31/2015
A fine story with great lessons about cooperation and friendship, as well as a little understanding of life in those times. Since it's for children, you didn't mention the brutality that often occurred, as evidenced in the archaeological record.

I also noticed that the animal pit had meat in it to to lure carnivores like the lion that was captured. I assume that the herbivores that you mention would accidentally fall into the pit by following a normal animal trail to water or foraging. And, as far as I know, you can't make fire by rubbing flint against a stick. Flint makes sparks when struck against other stones, and the friction between two pieces of wood can create an ember that can be used to ignite tinder.


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The Wholly Book of Doo-Doo-Rot-on-Me

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Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part V

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The Psychic Dimension

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Ninety-Nine Novellas

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So Ya' Wanna' Be A Teacher

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3. Reunited!
4. If You Believe
5. An Update: Carston Stryker And Spinner Reg
6. Magic At Ten Foot
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8. Kathy's Story.
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12. Bobby Gets A Boo Boo!
13. Finding Ricky's Voice
14. Pickle.
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16. Kenni. (Part Four)
17. An Update: Teeka Daniels, March 2014.
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