Chapter Thirty-two
Thor was watching very closely all that was unfolding. Stop obeyed (no treat?) but could still follow by sound. Big breasted Mother leads new female with others to small good smelling room. Why? The little red thatched one, Kawlee, was prowling around. He could smell blood thirst, although since being in this new dwelling, his senses dull with all the new, and different. Thor did not like that but what he did like were the water fountains everywhere: some for slaking his thirst, others for bathing. Warm! Just like the heated waters in their previous cave down the valley. But those were not good tasting waters. No, smelled and tasted like Ugg's "farts". Hah, new word learned from young boy. Fart, fart, fart. Ugg's farts worst of all. Much belching, too. Now that food was plentiful as was the mead and other spirits, everyone's stomach much better. Thor no like little vegetables nor coffee, but smell good, ah.
Young boy, Eleot, explained much but Thor still did not know why female not want him? Was he not the leader? A great warrior. He must find warrior woman. Not little tiny ones. Too easy break when swagging. Huh. New female look good though eyes hidden by round glass. Not smell young. No babies. Thor must have sons. No sons for two years since last of women gone.
Thor shakes off his sadness. Must find red-thatch. Maybe she need help on hunt?