Uggh, me caveman. Me tell story. Long ago, before big fire or shiny metal rock, me live in big cave with tribe. We hunt, gather, and make big party with food and dance.
One day, me find big rock with funny shape. Me call it "rock with magic." Me show rock to old tribe wise one. Wise one look at rock, scratch big beard, make grumbling sound.
"Hmm, hmm," wise one say. "This rock special. It bring good luck."
Wise one say to keep rock close. Me put rock in small place in cave. Me think maybe wise one right.
Few moons pass. Tribe have bad time. Animals no come, food low. Me remember rock. Me show rock to tribe. Tribe not sure, but we all try believe magic.
One day, brave hunter go far, far away. Me think maybe hunter find big food. Me take rock to place where hunter go. Me leave rock on big stone. Me make big pray to sky spirits for help.
Moon come full. Hunter come back with huge, fat animal. Tribe happy. We feast, dance, and sing. Hunter say he see rock, think rock bring luck. Tribe happy, believe magic of rock.
From then, tribe always keep magic rock in cave. Rock no make food come by itself, but it make tribe believe in good things, make us stronger together.
Me glad find magic rock. Me think magic not always in rock, but in heart of tribe. When we work together, we find way to survive. Me hope future tribe remember story of magic rock.
Uggh, story done. Me go now.
