The Last Nine Days

It was the Eighth Day, the day after, small undeveloped brains began to question. Pigs were still good to eat but hard to catch. The stone axe and the throwing stick were ideal for nothing much, but sufficed to make the little men constantly on the edge of famine. Some thought that a man in the sky would protect them, some blamed that same man. Questions multiplied who, what, when? Mankind fell forward while remaining backward. Dogs were adopted to keep other dogs out. Wolves ate the dog bones leftover after the little men had left for other parts; the land hated their footprints but kept them alive for the sake of the dogs. Many questioned the meaning of this and that - a sulky silence dripped out of their eyes and noses. The time for questions was over, they began to answer and explain all things, while few knew anything at all. On the Ninth Day they rested deeply and have yet to awaken.