Thinking in the Box

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Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: December 16, 2011

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Submitted: December 16, 2011



You sit cross legged in your cave. It is late summer. A rainstorm splatters water throughout the forest. The cool water trickles into the pool. Your rain catchers trickled profusely. The walls of leather, dried fronds, logs and sticks dripped as the water ran across their surface. Your fire crackled. You knew now would be the time to hunt. You must build up for the winter months. You had enough furs, and your food storage was increasing. You now needed to build another part of the cave, dig deeper into the clay wall at the back. You know it’s going to be a hard task, but you needed more room. One where you could pad the floor with furs, and use the main cave for storage and small living purposes. Over the hot summer, you had built more water reservoirs, more fish ponds, and even a few nets. Now you must prepare for the winter seasons. The cold, snow, and lack of prey. You had built more boar traps, which you checked daily while hunting. But you decided you needed more to help build up the storage. You begin to trek further out into the forest. You devise ways to trap deer using sinew, a shovel, and sharpened sticks. You would make three different kinds of traps to test which one worked better. First, you take a large spindle of sinew, and wrap it between two trees, spaced about three yards apart. You soon finish the web, and take a small pouch from your leather strap belt. Using two fingers, you take out a slimy, smelly liquid from the pouch and spread it on the web and trees. You move on to the next trap after washing the slime in the river. You use the shovel to dig a long, deep trench. You run thin twine across the trench, and cover the opening with sticks and leaves. You drip more of the musk onto the trap. You then walk a distance down the river, close to close to where the cave is. You then turn towards the denser area of the forest. You take the bundle of sharpened sticks with you. You tie each stick together, making anther web, but this time on the ground. If the animal were to run thru here, it would become tangled in the web. You return to your cave, sweaty from the morning heat. You take a pickaxe from the pile of supplies along the wall and cross the other wall. You take the shovel, the pickaxe, and a twine mat like an old fashioned gurney. You take the pick and begin scraping out the botto9m of the clay. Soon, you have a dent about two feet high, six feet across, and three feet deep. You begin bringing down the clay from above it. You take the clay and pile it onto the mat. You soon fill the mat. You take the mat outside to a large hole and dump it in. you return and repeat the process of digging and dumping until the smaller cake is about five yards deep and seven feet across. It was tall enough to stand slightly crouched inside. The clay inside was hard and dry. You take about half the furs and skins from the pile you had made. You take a hammer and a large number of nails made from sharpened sticks and stones. You begin laying out the skins, with the fur up so that you could lie upon it. You nail some to the walls, all around the small cave. You even nail a few to the top to droop slightly. You pad the furs up into a soft, fluffy room. There are now furs on top of furs. You then step out of the now warm room cave and into the main cave. You carry away the last of the clay, and fill up the clay hole. You have finished your room. Just as the sun goes down, you return to your cave, grab some cooked meat from the hanger, and begin eating.  You finish, drink some water from the trough, and lie down in front of your new fur cave. You slowly doze off to the night sounds. The crackling fire, the whistle of the wind, the hooting of an owl, the song of a nightingale, the snorting of the hogs and boars as they settle down with their piglets and the rustling of the bushes as the small night animals crept from their burrows. The rain was beginning again.

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