Click tribe
There is a tribe in Swahili land in deepest darkest Africa there is one man left he is the survivor of his people
They made clicking sounds to substitute for speech to escape there enemies they clicked their tongues to tell each other the hello good bye again. The panther was smarter than ever a man he lived to eat he lived to eat a man and when he got hungry all the villagers left but the survivor stayed. He lived to click his tongue at the big cat he wanted to eat that cat he lived to eat the cat and free his fellows from its tummy he knows without the shadow of a doubt that if he eats the cat the whole village
will just reappear it is the whole desire of this survivor he stalks the cat he clicks his tongue he learns to sharpen sticks and stones he plans on killing this big cat all alone he clicks he stinks he lusts he plays alone hoping to stir the stink of Rome to make the panther roam just one more mile closer to the ditch he dug and tossed in all the carcasses he could find to trap the panther just until he stabs it with his spearpointe thrust and drops the weighted stone and then he has a place picked out between two rocks he made a house and made a oven out of pumice and sandstone colored bricks.
He hopes to make the panther steaks to stake the panther to the ground and slice its meat until its round and dripping with the juices of the fatty and the lean. He clicks his name he clicks for me.
