In a time before anyone can remember, there were two tribes who lived as one.
The hunters were fast and strong. When the hunt was finished they would sleep and rest for the remainder of the day.
The gatherers were slow but steady. Life to them was not a race but a climb. They that kept on moving would make it to the top.
One day, the hunters decided that they should not have to share their food. After all, stalking and killing animals was harder, more dangerous work than foraging in the trees and the bushes and the long grass.
The gatherers were not happy. Long hours in the sun, searching for food, was hard and draining work. Hunters did not always return with a prize, so gatherers made sure that the tribe stayed alive.
There was an almighty row and angry words split tribal bonds into two.
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