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THE
THUG
About
five
thousand,
two
hundred
and
forty-six
years
ago
there
lived
a
caveman
called
Ug
the
Thug.
He
lived
at
the
top
of
a
lonely
valley,
but
then
everywhere
was
lonely
back
then.
He
had
a
big
club
and
furry
boots
and
he
liked
running
after
things
and
frightening
them
best
of
all.
Ug
the
Thug
was
nasty
to
everyone
he
met.
It
didnt
matter
if
the
thing
he
met
was
big
or
small,
he
liked
to
give
it
a
fright.
He
liked
making
as
much
noise
as
he
could.
Raaar!,
Aaargh!
and
Graah!
were
some
of
his
favourite
sounds.
At
night
Ug
the
Thug
came
back
to
his
cave.
He
sat
beside
his
roaring
fire
and
ate
as
much
meat
as
he
could.
He
painted
pictures
of
himself
on
the
cave
and
he
felt
very
pleased
indeed
with
himself.
But
no-one
liked
Ug
the
Thug.
Everyone
was
frightened
of
him
and
stayed
away
from
him
as
much
as
possible.
No-one
ever
went
to
his
cave
or
even
passed
near
it.
They
kept
themselves
to
themselves.
Then
one
night
as
Ug
the
Thug
sat
by
the
fire
in
the
cave
he
saw
a
shooting
star.
A
great
white
light
streaked
across
the
sky
and
he
gasped.
It
was
beautiful.
Ug
the
Thug
stared
at
the
sky
and
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
he
wished
he
had
a
friend
so
he
could
tell
them
all
about
what
he
had
seen.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
Ug
the
Thug
felt
lonely.
The
following
day
he
went
outside
and
he
didnt
roar
and
thump
about
in
his
boots.
Instead
he
went
down
to
the
stream
that
ran
through
the
tall
grass
and
sat
there
looking
sadly
at
his
reflection
in
the
water.
It
so
happened
that
at
that
very
moment
a
mouse
that
had
been
crossing
the
river
higher
up
fell
into
the
water
and
began
squeaking
and
waving
its
paws
in
the
air
because
it
couldnt
swim.
Ug
the
Thug
looked
down
and
saw
the
mouse.
Without
thinking,
he
reached
out
his
hand
that
was
as
big
as
a
brick
and
he
lifted
the
mouse
very
gently
onto
the
riverbank.
The
mouse
shook
itself
and
rushed
off
into
the
grass,
and
Ug
the
Thug
just
sat
there
by
the
river
with
his
big
head
in
his
big
hands.
He
felt
lonelier
than
ever.
That
night
he
didnt
eat
a
thing,
nor
did
he
make
a
fire.
He
just
curled
up
in
bed
and
lay
there
not
able
to
sleep.
He
felt
very,
very
lonely.
But
the
next
morning
something
happened.
Ug
the
Thug
had
just
got
up
when
he
heard
the
pitter-patter
of
tiny
paws.
Someone
was
coming.
It
was
the
mouse.
And
the
mouse
was
carrying
in
its
paws
a
flower.
The
mouse
laid
the
flower
down
at
the
feet
of
Ug
and
looked
up
at
him
with
its
big
blue
eyes.
Ug
the
Thug
fell
over
backwards.
He
landed
in
the
sand
outside
his
cave,
completely
amazed.
He
realised
the
flower
was
a
thank-you
from
the
mouse.
He
had
made
a
friend!
He
felt
so
happy
he
began
singing.
He
got
up
and
danced
about
the
cave
for
joy.
He
felt
so
good
he
waded
across
the
river,
still
singing.
He
couldnt
stop
smiling
to
everyone
he
met.
At
first
people
were
suspicious.
Was
it
possible
Ug
the
Thug
could
really
be
happy
and
friendly?
Wasnt
he
always
angry
and
loud?
But
in
the
end
they
began
to
believe
it
must
be
true,
and
they
smiled
back
and
shook
hands
with
Ug
and
laughed
with
happiness
too.
And
after
a
time
nobody
was
afraid
of
him
anymore.
He
left
his
old,
lonely
cave
behind
and
came
to
live
with
everyone
else.
He
made
lots
of
friends
and
never
felt
lonely
again.
And
in
the
end
he
was
given
the
name
Ug
the
Hug
because
that
was
exactly
what
he
liked
doing
best.
2015
Kenneth
Steven