Steve smashed his club down against the skull of the mammoth. He had single-handedly neutralised his target with use of javelins he had made from twisting sticks between two boulders.

“Hey Steve.” Stan said, he was standing next to a tree almost oblivious to the glory and pride that Steve was feeling right now.

“What Stan…” Steve puffed out.

“This leaf is massive.” Stan replied holding a huge leaf like a trophy. Steve looked blankly at his friend, who contributed nothing to his kill. The kill that the village would assume they hunted together.

“And?” Steve spoke with an underlying irritation toward his cave-hood friend.

“What if we put this above our heads. It will stop the rain from wetting our hair. It would be like a home… on our heads.” Stan slowly lifted the large leaf and placed it on top of his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The Cave is our home. The Cave gives us shelter. The Cave gives..”

“Us life, ya-da ya-da.” Stan interrupted. “But this will be a portable home. One we can take out with us so that we don’t have to run all the way to The Cave.”

Steve stared at his friend. The leaf balanced lopsided on his head.

“Never in a million years will this be a good idea Stan.” He grabbed the leaf and gripped it in the center and pulled. He tried to rip it but it was actually quite sturdy. Frustratedly, the scrunched it into a ball and threw it on the floor next to the bleeding mammoth’s head.

Stan looked hurt. He crossed his arms.

“Now help me with this body, will you?” Steve attempted to rescue the awkward confrontation. Stan did not budge, he looked pointed his nose upwards.. After another awkward moment of silence, Steve picks up the crumpled leaf and unravels it. He places it on Stan’s head. Coincidentally, it fit snugly on his head. Stan smiled and then they began to gut the mammoth and take home their hunt… and the Stan’s portable home…