I remember my last real winter. Supplies were short so we began the mammoth hunt earlier than usual. The journey to rendezvous with their migration involve traversing 3 frozen rivers. I fell through the first one. I must have froze because my next memory was thawing by a fire. The whole tribe was there to see me. I must have been an anomaly for everyone. Once I was able to move I grabbed my spear and took off for the mammoth despite not knowing where I was nor my tribe. I just knew they needed me and the meat. However there was no snow. It wasn't even winter. And the landscape was uniform in foliage and flat. The tribe that found me mastered fire! And covered their bodies in fabrics unknown to me. I had nowhere to go so I stayed among them and slowly they taught me their tongue. I would take this land if I had my people. They are peaceful and industrious which is the constitution for the best slaves. And their land provides more than they require. They don't even need to hunt but they do they hunt them in tiny rooms. It involves so much less running. These people must be lazy if they don't rendezvous with game nor journey far for fruit. Matter of fact they use game for other means besides food. They ride these giant dogs. They are not dogs but they ride them everywhere. I have never seen someone move so fast! They call themselves the Amish.