Caveman Bob wakes up with a new attitude and a new goal. He takes some time to sharpen his big white club and puts it in his pouch on his side.

He heads out early in the morning when the sun is barely peeking above the horizon and starts his hunt.

He has his big white club firmly grasped in his right hand while he walks through the grassy lands of his daily routines. He looks around cautiously until he finds some sort of unusual thing that catches his eye.

It is a little mound of dirt that is slightly elevated from the ground. He walks here every day and this part was never like this.

He walks over to it slowly and cautiously, expecting some sort of creature or monster. He grasps his club tightly and readies himself for the potential danger he might face.

The mound of dirt seems to be moving and Caveman Bob freaks out and does as he do best!

*Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack*

Thinking a little he decides to also put in what he learned the day before.

*Whack* *Whack* *Stab* *Whack* *Whack* *Stab* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Stab*

The ground, no longer moving Caveman Bob slams his fist into the ground and grabs at whatever he was just whacking.

He pulls out a furry monster that is not that big and has very dark fur and tiny eyes.

Surprise and joy fill Caveman Bob's heart as he sees the furry monster he was hunting for a while laying in front of him.

He takes out his big white club and celebrates his victory with a few more whacks and stabs just to make sure the monster is dead.

With a smile on his face, Caveman Bob drags the furry monster back to his cave.

Caveman Bob thinks about how the cold that is coming and how he must fight monsters even when cold comes and how to not be cold.

Caveman Bob has seen many monsters still outside even when cold and nothing change for them so with the hide/skin he takes from monsters he should be fine too!

Caveman Bob eats some of the new meat and tears away at the furry skin so the meat is easier to get at.

Afterwards he puts the furry skin over some old bones and looks at some hides from the past.

He takes different parts of hides and pushes them onto himself trying to make them a part of himself, but they just fall off.

Caveman Bob tries many times but always they fall off so he grabs some small shiny sharp clubs and when the hides are around him he stabs the hide's ends together!

It falls off again but Caveman Bob keeps doing it with more and more hide until it doesn't fall off anymore.

A little warmer Caveman Bob stands looking at the hides and feeling less cold.

Tired he grabs more meat to eat and lays down with hide on his chest and bone club nearby.