Ugo the Elder watched as the land cracked and died for want of rain. The crops withered and there was no more game to hunt. Ugo and the other adults slaughtered the farm animals and only saved their breeding stock (for they all knew you had to save the breeding stock for your future) and still they starved. The children cried.
When winter came Ugo and the other adults slaughtered again. It was quiet, no more tears, and the adults were no longer hungry. As Ugo ate his meaty stew in silence, he mumbled, “You have to save the breeding stock.”