JA N É E M E A D OW S

ILLUSTRATIONS BYJanée and Kali Meadows

ILLUSTRATIONS BY Janée and Kali Meadows

JA N É E M E A D OW S

Lil’ Grok Meets The Korgs Text © 2015, Janée Meadows. Illustrations © 2015, Janée Meadows and Kali Meadows. All rights reserved.

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Lil’ Grok Meets The Korgs / Janée Meadows

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1. Juvenile Fiction 2. Action&Adventure 3. Survival Stories 4. Prehistory

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Once upon a time, a long, long, long, long, long, long time ago,

there lived a boy named Grok.

One day, Grok was fishing and snacking on bugs when a saber-toothed tiger spotted him.

Grok ran this way!

Grok ran that way!

He climbed up trees,

somersaulted down hills,

frog-leaped over logs...

...and sprinted into a cave! While Grok was hiding in the cave, he noticed some strange paintings on the wall. Taking a closer look, Grok traced his finger over the spiral.

A pile of bones broke his fall. Jiggling his eyes straight, Grok saw he was back in the cave. Only this time there was no saber-toothed tiger. Just a bug-eyed man.

“By jove! I don’t believe it! A real cave boy!” said the man. “My name is Mr. Korg. What’s yours?” “GROK!” grunted Grok.“Nice to meet you, Grok,” said Mr. Korg. “You must come meet my family. They are going to flip!”

...till KRUNCH! Suddenly, the cave disappeared and Grok was falling

down,down,do

wn...

Grok was scared. He had never seen a car before!

Grok thought a woolly rhino had caught Mr. Korg!

Mr. Korg got into his carand revved its engine

VROOM! VROOM! “Get in Grok!”

Grok speared the car’s tire.

“Oh no, Grok! Now you’ve done it!” said Mr. Korg. “Looks like we’re going to have to walk up the bighill home, and you don’t even have any shoes!”

Up the big hill they went.Grok bear crawled and Mr. Korg barely crawled. Halfway up the hill Grok had to carry Mr. Korg. As they made their way through town, people stopped and stared.

“Is that a boy or a beast?” said an old man on a park bench. “He crawls like a beast, but looks like a boy.”“He smells like a beast,” said an old lady. “Maybe he’s a beast-boy?”“Or a boy beast!” the old man said.

“Man, am I thirsty,” said Mr. Korg. “How about an ice cold soda pop?” Grok and Mr. Korg stopped at the Korner Store. “Hey there! Not so fast,” said the shopkeeper. “You can’t come in here. That beast-boy isn’t wearing any shoes. You see the sign on the door? It doesn’t say ‘No Shoes, No Shirt, Yes Service.’” “But I’m so thirsty!” Mr. Korg cried. “Thirsty-shmirsty,” said the shopkeeper. “Get a drink of water like your boy-beast.”

“I’m home!” announced Mr. Korg.

“Hi cupcake,” said Mrs. Korg.

“Hi @Dad,” texted Cindy.

“High score!” cried Kenny, playing his video game.

“Family, this is Grok. I found him in an old cave. He will be joining us for dinner,” said Mr. Korg.

Finally, they made it to Mr. Korg’s house.

Everyone sat at the dinner table—except for Grok. Grok squatted.

“Grok, where are your manners?” said Mrs. Korg. “Don’t they teach manners in old caves?”

“Honey, it’s time for livin’ on the edge—of the table,” said Mr. Korg, hopping up alongside Grok. “This is how all native people sit. Join me, my tribal woman!”

Grok sniffed his soda. The bubbles tickled his nose. Then he jumped back—spilling soda pop all over Mrs. Korg. “Epic fail,” texted Cindy.

Grok tried the pizza. He picked it up and sniffed it. It smelled delicious! In one big bite he ate the whole slice. Then he ate another. And another. He felt great!

Then he felt horrible.

“What’s happening to Grok?” asked Kenny. Grok was turning . No, he was turning . Then he went with polka dots.

“Looks like he’s having an allergic reaction to the pizza,” said Mr. Korg. “I should have known. Ancient man never ate modern grains—let alone pizza!”“Yay! More for me!” said Kenny.

red blue green

“ARF!” came a bark from outside.Grok jumped out the window to find the Korg’s dog Kliff drooling over the smell of the neighbor’s barbecue. Grok speared one of Mr. Kipper’s hamburgers mid-flip. Kliff caught it at the other end. Then Grok plucked a few fresh vegetables from the garden before they both dashed off.“HEY!” said Mr. Kipper. “COME BACK HERE!”

But Grok and Kliff were too fast for Mr. Kipper. Together they feasted like kings, and Grok felt much better.

After dinner it was time for the usual—dessert and a movie. “Who wants ice cream sundaes?” asked Mrs. Korg. “SPRINKLES!” screamed Kenny.“Xtra chocl8 sauce plz,” texted Cindy. “What about you, Grok?” asked Mrs. Korg. But Grok was gone.

“He can’t go to bed yet,” said Mrs. Korg. “I haven’t even finished baking thecookies and cupcakes!”

The next morning...

screamed Mrs. Korg. Grok was curled up in Mrs. Korg’s closet. “Grok, you’ve been acting like an animal ever since you got here. Perhaps you’ll feel more comfortable if I take you to the zoo?” she said. “Kenny, give Grok some people clothes to wear.”

“EEEEKK!!! A MONSTER!”

“Let’s put Grok in a cage,” said Kenny. Mrs. Korg flashed him a dirty look.

“Look! The zookeeper is going in to feed the birds,” said Mr. Korg. Seeing the zookeeper unlock the cage, Grok put both his arms out wide and screamed, Every bird in the zoo flew out the open door and onto Grok’s outstretched arms. And up, Up, UP he went as the birds carried him into the sky. “I told you we should’ve put him in a cage,” huffed Kenny.

“KA-KAW! KA-KAW!”

The Korgs were at the tiger exhibit when they spotted Grok again. He was covered in butterflies.“Grok, where did your clothes go?!” asked Mrs. Korg. A voice came over the loudspeaker: “Attention ladies and gentlemen, our exotic butterfly collection has gone missing. We will be closing early today.” Kenny went to shoo away the butterflies when Mr. Korg stopped him.“Nobody startle Grok’s outfit,” said Mr. Korg. The next day Mrs. Korg thought Grok

might benefit from some discipline. So she sent him off to school.

First class was Art. The students began dipping their brushes into the pots of paint. Grok dipped in his hand.

“Wonderful, Grok. I like your style!” said Miss Kenan, the art teacher. Grok smeared the paint onto the classroom walls.

“Way to color outside the lines,” cheered Miss Kenan. “Students, learn from Grok. He has much to teach us!”

The lunch bell rang. All the students stood in line for the food bar. It was build-your-own-burger day. Remembering how good Mr. Kipper’s hamburgers were, Grok began stacking his spear with as many patties as he could.

“Hey! Grok is hoarding all the hamburgers!” cried a girl. She tried to snatch a patty off his tray. He threw a juice box at her. She threw a handful of tater tots at him.

screamed Kenny.“FOODFIGHT!”

Grok was sent to the principal’s office for misbehaving.

“Grok, I don’t know where you came from, but in this school we do not hoard hamburgers,” said Principal Kellog. Suddenly, the secretary burst into the office. “Principal Kellog! Principal Kellog! A tiger is loose from the zoo and it’s on the playground!” “Save yourself!” said Principal Kellog, and out the door he ran!

Nobody in the school knew what to do. Grok ran to the art room and smeared paint on his face.

“That’s right Grok—paint your fears away,” said Miss Kenan. But Grok wasn’t painting his fears away. He was preparing for battle.

Grok put out his arms and shouted, Birds of every kind came to Grok’s call. They lifted him up, Up UP into the sky! Away from the school Grok flew, with the tiger and everyone in town giving chase far below.

“KA-KAW! KA-KAW!”

The birds finally set Grok down back at the zoo. Grok ran this way! Grok ran that way! He climbed up giraffes,

swam under stingrays,

and frog-leaped over turtles.

Then Grok stopped. Something was missing.

The tiger hadn’t followed him into the den.

Where had he gone?

Mrs. Korg ran to Grok’s side. “Are you okay?”

“That was amazing!” said Mr. Korg.

“Teach me to fly!” said Kenny.

Then Grok sniffed the air. It smelled like a

really big cat with sharp teeth.

“Look out!” said the townspeople.

Grok turned to look—

There was the tiger blocking the exit! “We’re trapped!” said Mrs. Korg.

“KA-KAW! KA-KAW!” said Kenny.“Kenny, that’s not going to work here. The tiger is blocking the door,” said Mr. Korg.

Grok climbed up a tree to safety, motioning for the Korgs to do the same.

“Oh no, we’ll never be able to make it up there,” said Mrs. Korg. “Wait, I have an idea,” said Mr. Korg. “Everyone take off their shoes!” “Hashtag gross!” texted Cindy. “Honey please, I just bought these shoes,” said Mrs. Korg. Grumpily, the family gave Mr. Korg their shoes. He tied them all together by their laces, making a rope. He threw Grok one end. Grok tied it to the tree. Using their toes to grip the rock, they all took turns climbing to safety.

Except Cindy—she wouldn’t let go of her phone so she couldn’t grab the rope. “I have no place to put my phone!” her text message read. “Adapt or get dropped,” Mr. Korg wrote back. Dropping her phone, she climbed up to safety. “I did it!” she said.

As the Korgs climbed out of harm’s way, Grok pulled out a few sneaky slices of pizza from inside his animal skin. “Oh no, Grok. Remember what happened last time. You can’t eat pizza,” said Mrs. Korg. But Grok wasn’t planning on eating the pizza. He had a better idea. Carefully he dropped the pizza slices into the tiger’s open mouth.

Then something strange started to happen...the tiger was turning red

blueNo, he was turning

Then he went with polka dots.

green

“Incredible! Grok gave the tiger a tummy ache! Like ancient man, tigers can’t eat pizza!” said Mr. Korg. Feeling dizzy, the tiger laid down on his side for a nap. The Korgs jumped down from the tree and ran out of the cage, locking the door behind them. “You saved us, Grok!” cheered the Korgs. “You saved us all!” hooted the townspeople.

A funny thing happened that day at the zoo. Everyone stopped wearing their shoes. “You look like birdy-beast-boy,” said the old lady to the old man. “No, I look like a Grok star,” said the old man.

Grok and Mr. Korg now go hunting together.

Kenny has stopped twiddling his thumbs with video games and started running, jumping—and yes—flying off buildings in parkour class.

As for Cindy, Kenny wishes she’d go back to texting. He says “she has become a real blabbermouth” with her new internet video-blog iCave Girl.

The Korgs and the townspeople will never be the same. At dinner, the Korgs now squat. Instead of television, they tune in to a campfire. And they snack on bacon-on-a-stick while

sharing stories that always end primally ever after.

Lil’ Grok’s Primal Blueprint The Rules of Living 10,000 Years Ago

Follow these simple instructions to grow strong and healthy!

Eat lots of animals, insects and plants.1 Play!6Move around a lot at a slow pace.2 Get some sunlight

every day.7Lift heavy things.3 Avoid trauma.8Run really fast every once in a while.4 Avoid poisonous

things.9Get lots of sleep.5 Use your mind.10

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Janée is an illustrator and graphic designer living in Los Angeles, California. She loves

playing with her sister’s corgi Zoey and baking primal chocolate chip cookies!

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Lil’ Grok Meets The Korgs is an epic tale of adventure based on Mark Sisson’s best-seller, The Primal Blueprint.

Caveboy Grok is loving his life in the Stone Age, until a

saber-toothed tiger spots him! Grok hides in a mysterious cave, only to time travel thousands of years into the future. Luckily, an

archeologist named Mr. Korg finds him while digging for artifacts. He takes him home to his hashtagging family who never

pass up dessert!

Grok doesn’t seem to fit in with the Korgs. In fact, he doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere he goes. The Korgs try to have a nice dinner, but Grok squats on the table! What’s worse is he doesn’t wear shoes, he crawls like a bear, and he can’t eat pizza! But, when a tiger escapes from the zoo, it’s the Korgs who have to adapt or get dropped. Only Grok and

his primal skills can save them. Grok shows the Korgs, and the entire town, that being primal has its perks.

Kick off your shoes, sit into a squat, and join Grok and the Korgs on a hilarious journey that might just end primally ever after! Lil’ Grok Meets The Korgs shows us how to trek through the modern world in our ancestors’ footsteps so that we can lead happier, healthier, lives.

Designed for hunter-gatherers ages 4-8.

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