A challenge about corners was issued on the WritingLines yahoo group. I had to play too.
I looked at him, confusion evident on my face. Oh I understood his grunts and growls. I'd lived with the Neanderthal for too many years not to understand his language.
A deep guttural growl accompanied by a finger point was his answer to my confusion.
This time I looked at him with surprise. He was serious! Oh, yes, with another growl, along with his distinctive snarl and I was in no doubt that he was serious. I decided quickly to obey his atavistic demand.
I scampered to the place he had gestured to me earlier. Who knew caves had corners?