Thorgom woke up. He had overslept again and was late. He looked over the top of his feet and saw the light coming in his tent. He got up and dropped back on his bed again. He was in no mood to get up. But work had to be done. The wood was almost gone, and food stocks were running low. He made a second attempt to get up and succeeded. He stumbled to the tub with water and plunched his head in. His hair was soaking wet and he wrangled it out above the tub to prevent his tent from turning into a puddle.
He went over to the chair in the corner and took his clothes up. He clapped the dust of that was gathering on the shoulders and pulled them on his body. His pants was soon hanging loosely from his waist.
As he walked outside, he squinted his eyes against the light. He immediately took his axes and armed himself. The wood was not everywhere, so after a little searching, he had chopped enough and went to look for some food. Not many animals where around at this time. He had to look very good to find something. Finally it was there: A dear. Thorgom took on of his throwing axes and sneaked up to the dear. When he was about 8 feet away and just a bush between them, the axe flew trough the air. It struck the neck and the dear was dead at the moment of impact. Thorgom smiled pleased and went over to retrieve the axe.
He heaved the dear on his shoulders and bound it's feet together. He went back to the camp with a broad smile on his face.
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