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on Wed 6 Mar 02, 6:36 PM to billybofh's blog.
The hungry ice-based nomads looked into the ice.
"Ugngnhgh" said the first hairy thing, pointing at the igloo.
"Mmnghhhgh ghh g hghg g hgkfghgh" said his wife.
"Mmnnm" said the first hairy thing again, rubbing his head through his bouffant.
The object of their puzzlement was their igloo. But, some evil being had replaced each ice-brick with a peice of tropical fruit, turning their igloo into a fruitloo. Which was not nearly as good at keeping out the wind.
Or the snow.
"Mhhhdf ghhg gg hghghgh ghgh!!!" said the wife.
"Unnnmmm! Uhhmmm ghhgmm gmgmgm gmggm?" came the predictable reply.
The both wandered off to find the tribe-leader.
The tribe-leader was a slightly unusual nomad. He wore a hawaiian shirt for one thing.
"So! Dudes! What's the matter?" he asked.
"Unnnfhh. Mmmghhhhhg gh ghmmg hdghhh!" came the joint reply.
"Hmmmm"
The tribe-leader considered.
He had, he admitted to himself, been getting a little bored of late and had taken to playing little tricks on the others in the tribe.
It had caused some tension when he had first taken to wearing a hawaiian shirt. But he had persuaded them that it was a sign from "Ughhhhghg" - their god - that he was indeed their leader.
The latest trick - of rebuilding the Ughhhghh's igloo using fruit was, perhaps, a little cruel. But it had taken an awfully long time to gather so many star-fruit and mangos, so he was entitled to a little fun.
"So..... dudes..... what's wrong with your igloo, exactly?" he asked the Ughhhghh's.
"Ughhghghh ghgh ghgh h!!!!!!!!!!!!" the hairier of the two replied, stamping it's foot on the ground.
The tribe-leader never really had been able to tell the sexes apart. He was guessing that the hairier ones were the guys - but who knew with these dudes. They didn't even use toilet paper, so he couldn't use the "front-bottom-dab" as a clue.
"You could look on this as an oppertunity?"
"Uhhg ghhnng mmmmgmggg?" said the gnarly thing.
"Well, " he whispered confidentially, "I've noticed a rather big gap in the market here. No one is selling tropical fruit at all. I mean *no one*. You could make a killing!"
The two hairy nomads looked at each other for a moment.
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Epilogue
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Once the Ughhhghh's has realised the wisdom of the leaders words, their fresh fruit business went from strength to strength. Soon enough they were selling fresh fruit to everyone in their tribe.
Alas, due to the low fat in their diet - their bodies could no longer cope with the cold environment and they all copped it.
And the moral of the story is : Free market capitalism is not always the way out of economic hardship. Especially for pre-historic ice-bound nomads.
Edited Wed 6 Mar 02, 6:38 PM by billybofh
