Lil` Grok Meets the Korgs

JA N É E M E A D OWS
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
and Kali Meadows
Janée
JA N É E M E A D OWS
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
Janée
and
Kali Meadows
Lil’ Grok Meets The Korgs
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Once upon a time, a long, long, long,
long, long, long time ago,
there lived a boy named Grok.
Grok ran this way!
One day, Grok was fishing and snacking on bugs
when a saber-toothed tiger spotted him.
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.
...till
KRUNCH!
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!”
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Suddenly, the cave disappeared and Grok was falling
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Mr. Korg got into his car
and revved its engine
VROOM! VROOM!
“Get in Grok!” Grok was scared.
He had never seen a car before!
Grok thought a woolly rhino had
caught Mr. Korg!
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.”
Finally, they made it to Mr. Korg’s house.
“I’m home!” announced Mr. Korg.
Everyone sat at the dinner table—except for Grok. Grok squatted.
“Hi cupcake,” said Mrs. Korg.
“Grok, where are your manners?” said Mrs. Korg. “Don’t they teach manners in old caves?” “Hi @Dad,” texted Cindy.
“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!”
“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.
rok sniffed his soda. The bubbles tickled his nose. Then he jumped back—spilling soda pop
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all over Mrs. Korg.
“Epic fail,” texted Cindy.
Then he felt horrible.
“What’s happening to Grok?” asked Kenny. Grok tried the pizza. He picked it up
and sniffed it. It smelled delicious!
Grok was turning red . No, he was turning blue . Then he wentgreen with polka dots.
In one big bite he ate the
whole slice. Then he ate another.
And another.
He felt great!
“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.
“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!”
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 the
cookies and cupcakes!”
But Grok and Kliff were too fast for Mr. Kipper. Together they feasted like kings, and Grok felt much better.
“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. The next morning...
“EEEEKK!!!
A MONSTER!”
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.”
Seeing the zookeeper unlock the cage,
Grok put both his arms out wide and
screamed,
“KA-KAW! KA-KAW!”
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.
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. “FOOD FIGHT!”screamed Kenny.
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!
Grok put out his arms and shouted,“KA-KAW!
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!”
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.
The birds finally set Grok down back at the zoo.
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“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.
“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.
rumpily, the family gave Mr. Korg their shoes. He tied them all together by
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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. Grok climbed up a tree to safety, motioning for the Korgs to do the same.
Then something strange started to happen...
the tiger was turning
red
No, he was turning
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.
blue
green
Then he went with polka dots.
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.
“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.
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.
Lil’ Grok’s Primal Blueprint
The Rules of Living 10,000 Years Ago
®
Follow these simple instructions to grow strong and healthy!
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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.
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Eat lots of animals,
insects and plants.
6
Play!
Move around a lot
at a slow pace.
7
Get some sunlight
every day.
Lift heavy things.
8
Avoid trauma.
Run really fast every
once in a while.
9
Avoid poisonous
things.
Get lots of sleep.
10
Use your mind.
About the Author
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Janée is an illustrator and graphic designer
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playing with her sister’s corgi Zoey and baking
primal chocolate chip cookies!
B A S E D O N T H E B E S T- S E L L I N G B O O K B Y M A R K S I S S O N
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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