Situation: A nomadic boy is upset at the discovery of agriculture.
I had spent all my time watching my father hunt and the year that passed I
hunted for
the first time and killed my first deer. Now there is terrible news
here around the home
site. Several of the women have found a type of plant that grows
every time our nomadic
tribe returns to this site. After they harvest a few bushels with their
stones they can make
bread for many months. They have also learned how to make things out of
the milk of
our goats and sheep. So the chiefs of the tribe have decided that we
may as well stay
here in this God-forsaken land with no adventure for another year. They
say it is just for
one year, but these women will come up with new ideas and learn how to
grow more
food from the earth and we will grow lazy without the sport of hunting.
I had planned to
become known as one of the most famous hunters. How is that to happen
in a tribe of
plant-eaters? But what can I do? This is my home. This is where my
family is. I am
doomed to live a life confined to one area the rest of my life. I will
have nothing to be
proud of. No one to be proud of me. I must suffer.
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