To best forfend ’gainst foeman’s worst,
Out-reach his thrust and touch him first!
The argument began when Ug, the Logical Contender from Upper Silurian County, eliminated Wok, the Neanderthal Menace—stopping him neatly in his tracks by caroming a rock off his ear at five paces, before Wok could close to fair swinging distance with his flint-headed mashie-niblick.
“Pretty work,” Ug’s friends agreed, “and proof conclusive that clubs and knives are now obsolete. Let us henceforth develop our pitching arms, and look into this new-fangled bow-and-arrow contraption which that long-haired inventor over to Dinosaur Hollow is always talking about!”
“Theorists!” snapped the older warriors, “Battles always have been won by in-fighting and weight of metal. Ug didn’t prove anything except that he’s a lucky bum. What if he couldn’t have found his rock, or had been off in deflection, or Wok’s skull had been thicker? Fat chance he’d have had when Wok got in and socked him a couple of good wallops!”