“Once upon a time there was an anguished cave mother who finally couldn’t take it anymore.
Every night, she’d arrive back to her cave after hunting and gathering all day long, ready to fall asleep on her cozy boulder, but every night, without fail, her little ones would insist on a story before bed.
And back then, without a book to close, a goodnight story could go on and on until almost dawn.
In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for poor prehistoric mothers to miss out on sleep entirely because of little ones begging and pleading for the thousandth time, “Please Mama, tell us what happened next!!! Please, Please, Please!!”
But one day, this particular anguished mother just couldn’t think of what happened next.”
