Clumsily the neaderthal lumbered after the rabbit, but it was no use. It was too fast and his knuckles kept scraping the ground. He fashioned a spear from a nearby stick but his aim was terrible. Even if he did manage to catch a slow and defenseless (yet tasty) animal, he would have no means to cook it, for he had not yet discovered the secret of fire.
He gave up on meat and roamed the forests around his cave in search of fruit or vegetable, but nothing around him was edible and he kept pricking himself on the sharp thorns. He would go hungry again tonight.
... at least, this is how I've been feeling until my parents got back last night from their vacation in Trinidad. Hooray for food!
