Things Grak Hates by Peter J Story

Author:Peter J Story [Story, Peter J]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Paper Newt
Published: 2014-11-18T06:00:00+00:00

11 - And How There’s Always a Group of Whiners Any Time the Air Turns a Little Cold

Grak abhors whiners. He would even venture to place them alongside the lazy on his list of hates. Or maybe a little lower, if he’s being honest. In fact, they’re the main reason behind his theory that some people have no value in life.

But it’s when their complaints pile up that he really gets upset. And even more so when the focus of their grumblings is a trivial matter. At that point, the whiners become truly putrid in his sight.

A little cold, a little snow, and suddenly everything’s falling apart. They forget how to walk, how to hunt, how to work. And suddenly they need more food and less time working outside? What kind of a simpleton do they take me for?

Sure the cold can be difficult. I should know. I used to complain about it too. But that was so long ago. In my youth. Adults just deal with it. That’s part of growing up.

Besides, it’s not even that cold. Certainly not as bad as these whiners make it out to be.

He opens his furs slightly to let in some air, then motions for Brak to move farther away with the wheeled fire pit. Grak is quite proud of that innovation: simple, yet exceptionally useful. It consists of a small, wooden cart supporting a flat stone about the length of his arm with a shallow bowl hollowed out of the center.

And contrary to Grak’s expectations, its construction was no easy task. Finding the perfect rock proved the most challenging aspect. He had to give up several full days of much-needed relaxation to oversee the search teams.

Though that reminds me. I really should take those days soon. All this whining I’ve had to endure is draining me of vigor.

“I’m just concerned about the tribe,” Cordo pleads.

“Thirty-eight!” Brak is having trouble shouting above the man’s protests.

Speaking of whining … chief among whiners, really. A shame. I would have expected more from Cordo. And even worse, he’s so bold about it! Clearly, he doesn’t understand obedience. Either that, or the fool’s growing numb to pain.

It’s true, the man’s boldness has returned of late. And regardless of the reason, it doesn’t bode well for Grak. In retrospect, he admits it may not have been the wisest decision to whip the hunters every time they failed to bring back enough meat. It also might have been more prudent to set a smaller quota.

I suppose thirty-five kills might have been a lot to ask of them. Though it certainly seemed like a solid idea at the time. Besides, what other option did I have? Thirty? Such a repugnant number! Not while I still live and breathe. And don’t get me started on thirty-one! No, clearly not your fault, Grak.

And he’d like to believe that. Truly. But the nagging feeling just won’t go away. At the least, he wonders if it was necessary to whip them the few times they actually did make enough kills.

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