Ok so we got to Mekone
and everything was going swell. I
divided up the portions as I intended, put the meat and fat and entrails and
all the good stuff into the ox’s stomach and glistened the bones in fat. Zeus then looked at the portion with that all
knowing stare of his and sceptre he never puts down, all cocky and said, well
boomed really in a manly voice, “Son of Iapetos, outstanding among all the
lords, my good sir, how unfairly you have divided the portion.” Thus everything was going to plan and
hazzarrs were in order, so I saidith to him, in an equally manly voice, “Zeus
greatest and most glorious of the eternal fathers, choose then whichever of
them the spirit in your breast bids you.” Floorless, I thought, but apparently Zeus,
being Zeus, recognised the trick. I must
not have praised him enough. Or maybe
when he picked up the bones covered in fat he simply felt that it was bone and
indeed not fat, no matter how glistening it was, either way the plan
failed. Thus man succumbed to the wrath
of the god of gods. Zeus refused to give
the secrets of un-dying fire to the mortals, Typical Zeus to over
exaggerate.
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