“Me? Yes! I’ve been dying to tell the story about how I got my lucky flint…”
Anna: Now, this little rock is very special to me. Not only does it help when I need to start a fire, but I found it in a very special place. Ooh, speaking of fire, ours need rekindling. One second.
Olaf: Oooh! I wanna try!
Anna: Olaf, your arm!
Olaf: Oh, fire.
Anna: Whew! Olaf, remember the thing about fire?
Olaf: Sorry, I know; look, but don’t touch.
Anna: Right. And, how about from now on, I handle the flint?
Olaf: Yeah that’s probably a good idea.
Anna: Well, as I was saying, when Elsa and I were young, we…
Olaf: Built a snowman?
Anna: No, silly. We went to walks on the woods with our parents. Father used to point out stones like these, and tell stories of the ancient nomads who used them as tools while they roamed the land.
Olaf: Nomads, right. I know all about those but u-uh let’s pretend I don’t.
Anna: Okay. Well, nomads are people who travel the earth. All they take with them is what they can carry, and they spread the stories of their people to those who will listen, especially over campfires.
Olaf: Ohhh.
Anna: One time, it was just Father and I out walking, and we found a cave.
Anna: Inside on the ground, I saw this flint under some really pretty leaves. It glinned, like it was calling to me. Then, it started to rain. So, Father decided to wait it out in the cave. He showed me how to start a fire with this flint, and when we did… guess what we saw.
Olaf: Me!
Anna: What? No. You weren’t made yet, Olaf.
Olaf: Yeah. The story might be better if I was in it.
Anna: True. I wish you were there, Olaf, because on the cave walls, we saw drawings made by people long ago! The entire wall was covered in them! It was amazing! And it’s seemed to me that the drawings told a story, a story about a hunting party tracking a herd of elk.
Anna: Unfortunately, luck wasn’t really on the nomads’ side that day. And then, it got a whole lot worse.
Anna: A giant mountain lion found them! It chased them all the way back to the cave.
Olaf: No! Wait, what’s a lion?
Anna: Oh, uuh. It’s… uhm, well it’s, like a really, really, really big cat.
Olaf: Okay. Okay. And why haven’t I seen a lion?
Anna: Well, it was a long time ago. I think mountain lions have since migrated away. But back to the hunters! They rushed back into the cave, but something had gotten before them… a giant cave bear! At last the hunters jumped back, the lion ran up, and locked eyes with the bear. The lion and bear both charged towards each other, and an epic battle took place. When the dust cleared, and the fight was over, the hunters had a mighty feast.
Olaf: They ate the poor, giant kitty?
Anna: Uhhh ehehe, no! They, uh, eheh, all had a mighty feast. Alongside the lion and bear.
Olaf: Ah okay, phew! That almost got really dark!
Anna: I never forgot that day with Father and those cave drawings we found. And I kept my trusty flint ever since.
Olaf: Wow, I like it when objects have stories.