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Then some early wise man saw an animal eating wheat. That detail had escaped everyone for centuries, apparently. (Note the strange hand position of Miss Sunbeam - its as if she fears that letting go of the frame will strand her forever in prehistoric times.)
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As for the next two panels, we can only imagine the conversation:
Did you bring back the gazelle I sent you for?
No, but I brought back the stuff he was eating. I thought maybe we could try it.
And you let the gazelle go.
I was busy getting the mouth-grass.
You couldnt kill the gazelle then get the mouth-grass? Was the mouth-grass going to run off?
Look. Im on to something. I think we can make beer out of this stuff. Then we can get the courage to go next door and steal someone elses meat.
Forget it. They're dead. I was over there this morning. |
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