DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Croods.
Meanwhile, Guy was slurping up water. It was probably almost as good for headaches as the medicine he planned to invent.
He watched the calm flowing of the river and the rocks. It was amazingly solitary. It was something that needed to be remembered years from then. Something that they could keep forever. Guy didn't want to make it into a story on the wall like Grug - he was aware that nobody from the future world would ever be able to interpret the strange marks on the stones unless Grug told them the story live.
His brain started to work. He grabbed an old bone, and with Belt's help he sharpened it. "I call it...the writing tool."
Belt smiled. "DUN DUN DUUUUUN!"
Guy smiled, too and returned to his work. After a lot of scavenging, he found two large, flat, rectangular pieces of stone. First, he wrote the first three symbols he could use to write:
ABC abc
After a lot of thinking, he wrote:
DEF def
GHI ghi
And so on.
Finally, he had compiled twenty-six symbols. The first stone was now filled with...
"The alphabet." He gave a meaningful look to Belt, who scrambled to get his arms in place.
"DUN DUN DUUUUUN!"
"Thank you." Guy went back to work. Then, he wrote:
The river flows.
The sound is a wonder to my ears.
I watch it with Belt by my side.
Because the idea of writing was new, and he had to press very hard to actually make a mark on the piece of stone, and he already had a headache, this took two hours to get done. When it was finished, Guy was so tired that he passed out.
When he came to, he saw Grug's face. He let out a yell and jumped back. I never get used to that, he thought.
"Where were you?" Grug interrogated fiercely.
"Uh...here," Guy said.
"I know that." Grug put his face so close to Guy's that their noses almost touched. "What were you doing?"
"This," said Guy. He held up the two stones. "I call this one...a poem. And this one the alphabet."
"You have to memorize it?" Grug said.
"Yup." Guy looked down nervously. Grug would probably break it up into thousands of pieces any moment. He still hadn't forgotten the log incident, a situation he was still quite touchy about.
But he didn't. Instead, he picked it up and pointed to A. "What does this say?"
"It means ah. Ah...ah."
"Ah...ah."
"That's right...keep going."
"Ah."
"Uh...yeah." Guy shrugged. "That's about it. Oh, and it says ey. Say ey."
"Ey."
"Yeah, good."
They didn't realize that hidden beneath a huge rock were Ugga, Eep, Gran, Thunk and Sandy until they came out. "I want to read the alphabet too!" said Eep.
"Well, here." Guy slipped it into her hand. And he started to teach them all about the alphabet, and how Grug could put all his stories into rectangular flat stones like he'd done with his poem, instead of just using pictures.
So Grug started.
And his story is this one you've just finished.
