He came from the east, bearing strange new inventions which failed utterly to impress anyone. In vain he offered them the newly domesticated slime-eel, the obsidian-edged whitehead remover,* and the Device For Turning Fish Guts Into An Attractive Rose-Shaped Garnish.
Depressed by the lukewarm reception to his offerings, he sat and ate his lunch with a strange device of his own invention, part spoon, part fork.
"What is that?" the people cried, spying this object.
"This? It's nothing. A spoon-fork thing. I made it so I wouldn't have to carry both."
"It's the greatest thing since fire!" the people cried, rejoicing in their newfound utensil.
"Whatever," said the Sporkbringer gloomily, and went on his way, the slime-eels slopping and prancing at his heels.
3.5 x 5 little piece on panel, rounding out the silverware pantheon--this one'll be up for auction, since everybody demanded a spork petroglyph.
he seems proud of his spork