This is a story that will be told not from the beginning but from the chronological order where memories still linger.

Once there was a young caveman named Bee Grrrr for his undeniable ability to climb and his talent for hunting. Bee Grrrr spent most of his time in the caves among his fellow beings; that was his home, that was all he knew until then.

Although the cavemen didn't have language, they communicated through gestures, objects, sounds, facial expressions, etc. They didn't have laws as such, but they had social organization; each knew their role in the caves and performed it impeccably.

Bigra's role was that of a hunter, so every three days, he went out to hunt in a group. Unlike the other hunters, his weapons were clubs because he hadn't obtained a weapon from any prey yet due to his lack of experience from not having been in many successful hunts like the others.

They walked cautiously towards a mountain, observing everything around them and cautious not to be observed by any beings that threatened their existence.

When they were at the top of the mountain, they had a panoramic view, so they noticed a solitary non-carnivorous creature of ideal size to hunt, with weapons to use in future hunts.

The leader of the pack gestured with a challenging expression and pointed at the creature. Everyone looked, and the same challenging expression appeared on their faces, indicating that they had found what they had set out to hunt and were about to capture it.

Each of them took a handful of dry earth in one hand intending to throw it into the eyes of their prey to blind it and make it easier to capture. In the other hand, they carried their main weapon. The leader (Hatunke) and another member were being watched by the prey because they were in front of it, but that was their intention. They pretended to eat grass and leaves so that the prey would believe they were not a threat and would stay still long enough for them to get close enough to initiate their attack, while Bigra and his friend (Racataka) were behind the prey at a distance of approximately 70 meters, also waiting for the signal to attack.

When the duo pretending to eat grass was close enough to the prey to throw sand in its eyes, they did so along with a shout indicating that it was the opportune moment to attack.

The prey, momentarily blinded, fled at full speed away from the aggression while the hunters pursued it, but they were not as fast as the prey. Still, they did not give up and continued the chase until suddenly the prey, partially blind, stumbled upon the root of a large tree, which protruded from the ground, giving the hunters time to get close enough to finish their task.

The prey managed to get up quickly, but one of its legs was very injured due to the stumble, so it could not run as fast as before. On the other hand, the hunters approached with their spears and clubs to finish their job. Since the prey could not escape its predators, it had only one option: to defend itself as best as it could to preserve its existence. Although the prey did not have claws or fangs, it would use its size, horns, legs, teeth, and brute strength to fight for its survival.

The four hunters approached with their respective weapons, which consisted of spears made from horns of previously hunted prey tied to a stick, except for Bigra, who still did not have any sophisticated weapon, only a club by then.

Seeing the enemies with its vision still blurred, the prey decided to attack with its horns, ramming one of the hunters who tried to dodge the flurry of attacks, initially succeeding. He even managed to stab the prey several times with the spear, but none of the wounds were fatal. Meanwhile, the tribe leader tried to attack from behind but suddenly received a strong kick to the neck from the prey, leaving him unconscious and trembling on the ground, thus out of combat. At the same time, he tried to stab another of his assailants with his horns, receiving wounds from the remaining three hunters in the attempt until suddenly, he turned sideways and managed to stab Racataka through his torso between one of his horns, swinging him from side to side while blood splattered all around due to the swinging.

Bigra had landed several blows, but none had been vital until he found a brief opening, which he seized to break one of the prey's legs with a single blow from his club, leaving it unable to defend itself once and for all.

The prey, being completely unable to defend itself, was no match for Bigra and his other remaining companion.