Grugg would let his pet ride on his shoulder. The first time he did this, she bit his ear. To discourage her from this he took a sapling from the greener ground outside his camp, held her in his left hand and whipped her tiny buttocks for a little while. She gave the most desperate squeaking yet, but despite how funny this was, Grugg decided only to do it when she misbehaved.
Once, when Grugg failed to keep a tight grip on her leash, she ran for it. With a few large paces, Grugg caught up with his escaping pet and scooped her up. Again she was placed bent over his huge left palm and whipped around her little behind, until it was thoroughly reddened and her squeaks turned into a continuous wailing sound. With time, Grugg needed to do this less and less often.
After he had possessed his little female pet for a few full moons, Grugg suddenly noticed another creature the same size, firing little pins into one of his mammoths from a curved contraption he didn't quite understand. Normally, he would have used his club to knock the intruder clear into the next valley. But since the first creature had afforded him such amusement, he grabbed the second one as before, and stripped off its outer coverings. This one was different. This time it was a miniature version of Grugg, with all the right parts and no extras.
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