The Neanderthal-Like male stood motionless.
The hair all over his back and neck Bristled!
He sniffed the swampy dank air..
He glared intently.....waiting.
He strained to hear what the cur was muttering.
.."Uh Sherman..? Have you been playing with the Wayback Machine again"?
'Sorry Mr. Peabody, I may have pushed a button or two'......