[Grug sits in front of a camera, in an immaculate suit of albino Sabertooth hide. The interviewer,  a short brunette named Banou, dressed in suit and tie, smiles winningly at Grug before asking him "Chairman Grug, where did the legend start, that led you to such fame and power?"]

Grug coughed, blotting his brow with a hunk of raw antelope meat before looking at it critically and throwing it aside with a meaty splat.

"Grug was born in the Big Cave. Same cave many ancestors were born in long before Grug and his tribe came to be. I was lucky that I was born smart, not simply bonehead with big muscles. Many times, Grug was saved from the dinner pot by his fast hands and ability to make things to steal from others in the Cave. Loop of rope for catching rabbits? Grug. Rocks with stick between them for growing muscles? All Grug. Stick with wide pointy stone on bottom for digging holes? GRUG.

I survived, but I found the others didn't like Grug for the things he did. They beat Grug,  sent him away without his share of the hunt. Grug was reduced to berries and nuts, and weird plants that made Grug see funny things. Were it not for Old Speaker, the teller of the tribe, Grug would have grown weak. Old Speaker was the oldest among the tribe, her hair long and white, braided like rope. She shared her hunt with Grug in the cold winter, and gave him her fire stones. Grug is smart, but not even Grug knows why she did it. Speaker would ask Grug questions every now and then,  what kind of Grug he would be, would he be strong mountain bear like Schnag One-Tooth, tribes greatest hunter. Or would he be like Gerth Stone-thrower, best hurler. 

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Grug told her he needed some time to think. So Grug went to the Great River to paddle his toes and dig in the bed for interesting rocks. That's when it hit Grug, Grug can give interesting rocks for hunt meat and gathering fruits of the tribe."

[What happened next?]

"Grug went back to Speaker, said he would not go the way of Schnag or Gerth,  but would sell interesting rocks." 

[How did she take it?]

"She beat Grug to within an inch of his miserable life, told him he was dumb ox, then took away his share of the hunt. It was not a good day for Grug then, or for a while after."

Grug began tapping his chin and stamping his foot in agitation, obviously calling to mind unpleasant memories.

[Mr. Grug, are you alright, do you need some time? Or can we continue?"] 

"Grug not like remembering those days, bad days, hungry days they were. Grug would like to take break for now, then we speak of how the hungry times end."

Grug stood abruptly, spilling a variety of snack crumbs from his copious body hair, leaving the room. 

[I guess we'll be back when he has had some time, folks. This has been Banou of Channel Big Rock, reporting live, interviewing the CEO of Bouldercorp, Grug Quicktalker. Signing off!]