Meeting the Neanderthal

I fell forty-two feet into the time travel well, sadly. And ended up barely alive, at the bottom, gladly. Followed a crevice to a hunky macho caveman’s lair. He had all kinds of ugly, cranky, snarly filthy hair. Shockingly, he made an untoward amorous move toward me. Utterly surprised he was at how rapidly mean I could be. Next the crude Neanderthal tried to manhandle and pick me up. I punched his privates, lay down hard, and curled tightly, yup! I doubt he had ever met a feminist as hard as me. I had tricks up my sleeve that made him wail and kee. He finally gave up quickly, and we were both glad. After I hurt him in dangerous places, and rather bad. I showed him how to make fire before I crept back out. He smiled at the flames, mesmerized, and quickly stopped his pout. I climbed back in the time traveling well and scaled the wall. To return to my meadow, my cows, and my home, glad for it all. I am sure I taught the Neanderthal a lesson or two he needed to know. I think he will consider things before he goes after the next gal that dares show. Hopefully he will realize there is more to wooing than brute force. If I go back down, I will teach him manners, and a little dating course.