Camp Chichago

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Me return Chichago. Me love Chichago. Sometimes mammoth no come, sometimes dog-face tribe do come, so Great Chief Groak yell at us. He always want us move camp; we always too slow. Great Chief Groak yell at guards, they always asleep, they get up slow, they club us until either we too hurt to move, or until we finish pack supplies.

Few mammoth come now, people starving, annoying little cavelings beg me for food. Me swat annoying cavelings away like bugs, caveling parents scold me, me stare like me did nothing.

Chief say we move camp in 6 suns. Not enough time, but me do what Chief say or me get big bloody bash. But even when camp move, Chichago still same. Home sweet home.

• Me want go hunting grounds.
• Me want make Kedachuko hunt for me.
• Me want go in me tent.
• Me want talk chief.
• Me want talk Kahunga-Chunga.