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Grok had awoken with a twinkle in his eye and snap in his lurch. His ability to walk upright still needed some work but it did the job. He felt excited , he felt like this was the first day of, hmm, the rest of his days?
His life had changed dramatically since the “rock shower” in the clearing a few weeks ago. He had given up foraging due to boredom. There were no new plants to discover around here as he could recognize all of the edible ones from the plants that would send you scurrying for the bushes.
He had found a new way to get the necessities he needed for life. He had become what he liked to call a “finder”. Well that was the term he was going with for now because it described his skill set and what he could offer people. He could find things. He could find information and he could find people. In return he received food, clothing, firewood and an occasional cave painting to brighten up his place.
Grok got dressed quickly. Let’s face it what does it take to throw on a loincloth? He knew some guys took forever in the morning primping and all. It’s a good thing they couldn’t see how they looked.
Hearing a tapping at his cave entrance Grok grunted out some sounds that resembled the phrase “come in doll-face “. In walked his neighbor’s mate. The thought “ In glided a tall willowy redhead and I could tell she brought trouble where ever she went” popped into his mind but that would be totally inaccurate. A more appropriate statement would be, “In limped a women, barely waking upright, with a mass of dirt-water colored hair. I could tell she brought hygiene issues wherever she went.” But that would be mean and confusing since it described all of the residents of this local cave-town.
Grok inquired as to what her problem was and she replied in a lot of grunts , squeaks and a sound he was not sure what the origin was. He hoped it wasn’t a bodily function. From what he could make out she either thought her mate was having an affair and wanted proof or she got a hold of some bad plants. He was desperately counting on the former. His cave was spotless and did not want to clean up a mess. She did offer cleaning services in return so he figured either way it would work out.
Grok shadowed the man for several days and then hit upon the idea of documenting his findings using cave drawings. This resulted in what may be histories first case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. It also resulted in a fine archeological display for the London Museum hundreds of years later.
Grok had discovered that his neighbor was clearly having an affair. He also discovered the man definitely needed work on his seduction skills. While a club to the head may be effective, Grok did not think it very romantic or nice for that matter. Grok was amazed however that after a period of recovery the woman warmed to her “pursuer”. Apparently she likes the bad boys.
The last day on the job Grok reported his findings to his client by showing her his cave drawings, not realizing that years from now men will be showing women their etchings in an attempt at a more sophisticated form of seduction.
In addition to the house cleaning she made him a hat to sweeten the deal. She thanked him for his services and uttered some grunts that he interpreted as “ why don’t you drop by and see me some time”. He politely declined. The last thing he needs is an irate neighbor lobbing rocks at him, besides it would not be professional.
Grok felt good. Tying up the job in a neat little package was satisfying. He had no idea if the couple was going to make it but at least the woman now could bargain from a position of strength. He threw on his hat and went for a walk. Passing the nearby water hole he caught sight of his reflection. The hat looked good. It made him feel like a finder. He was going to have to work on that term. He needed something with a little more snap to it.
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