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The Taxi Driver.

The taxi I flagged down he stopped and held open the door for me to enter the cab. I gave him my address and off we went. There was not much traffic on the roads and I settled back to enjoy the ride. Suddenly I was being transmitted through time and space. I was still in England but not the England that I know. The few people that I saw were dressed in animal skins each carried a bow and a rough type of carrier on his or her back. The carriers held sharp pointed arrows. Common sense told me not to show myself I hid in a leafy Oak tree; under the tree two of these people were speaking, If one could call it speaking. The guttural sounds they made with their voices were by no means like the English we speak today. The pair left and I waited for a while to see if they would return to the tree. They returned about an hour later, both were pulling a Bear that they had killed with their primitive Bows and Arrows. I sat quietly on my tree branch and watched the two as they cut up the bear. The skin was cleaned by scraping with a large flat flint stone. One carried the clean scraped bearskin, the other the carcase of the dead bear. I left my cover in the tree and followed them their guttural shouts as they approached a large cave brought others running from the cave. A few shouts and what I took to be woman, one held a baby in her arms. The baby was bare; large pieces were literally torn from the bear’s carcase and eaten by the men and woman, small pieces they took from their mouths and fed the bear meat to the children. The mother with the baby in her arms gave the baby her breast to suck. I sneezed and all looked to where I was hiding. What happened next I can only say that I awoke in my bed. I had been taken back to prehistoric times where the original peoples of Great Britain dressed in bearskins inhabited these Islands. A most interesting visit but I hope that I do not go so far back in time on my nightly travels. Your scribbler, Bernyboy. The Taxi Driver I later paid the fare money he is still mystified about my disappearance from his taxicab.