Og the Clumsy.

A tale from the paleolithic , when men

were men

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The evening chill froze the air

As the wolf slipped silent from his lair

He raised his snout, a coming storm

But he knew a place, safe and warm

He crept upon his prey from behind

One eyed Og, who he knew was blind

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Now, a choice…

Kill the man and steal his meat

Or lay down quietly at his feet

Og stoked the fire and turned the spit

Cut off some meat but…dropped a bit

Wolf, dropped meat, you know how it ends

Og and the wolf became best friends

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After some time, Og decided that the wolf needed a name. Due to very limited vocabulary he called him Dog, and that, as they say, is how it all started.