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PREFACE:

"What if..." I've asked myself..."what if one's ears eavesdropped on what might have gone on in times past?" Earlier responses to my questions may be read in my little tales about Michelangelo, Handel, and Shakespeare. They invite you! For this tiny tale, I burrowed back to Western Civilization's earliest literature, the epics of the bard Homer. Ye gods...

Dedicated to the writer known as ganymede

“Would you stop all that thundering about?”

“I can barely hear you. What?”

“I said,” he fairly yelled, “Would you stop all that thun-der-ing a-bout?”

There boomed back, “I’m trying to get your attention!”

“Okay, holler louder. Waves make fearsome noises around here!”

“Have you seen my boy?”

“Huh? Are you kidding? I’ve got my hands full trying to locate my own, Davy!”

Another boom, “What’s the matter with your earthling? Out of hand once more?”

“Went swimming again! Without my permission! And it’s getting dark, what with all those storm clouds blackening the sky!”

“HA!”

A nice looking young fellow bobbed up. Spat some water. “What’s all the fuss about?”

“Have you seen Davy?”

“I’m not supposed to tell.”

“You can tell me, Ari.”

“Well, he was swimming around after one of those female things with tits flopping.”

“Damn!”

Way off, Big Z’s voice snorted like an impatient bull, “Who’re you talking to, Po?”

Po looked up. “Ari, one of my servants. Seems Davy’s off on another foolish chase! Did you hear me?”

Lightning bolted across everything. “Has he seen my boy?”

“You haven’t, have you?”

“Who, master?”

“The little ’Mede kid.”

“I heard…” Ari’s head bowed shyly.

“Tell me or I’ll give you a poke you won’t forget.”

“I remember the last one. I’ll talk. But it was just wishy-washy gossip.”

Ari’s whisper could not be heard over so much sloshing water.

“Oh, that’s it, is it? Hmm. You, go after Davy – quickly! I don’t want to risk you being here when I pass that gas along.”

Ari kicked up some foam and disappeared.

SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

Well, WHAT IS IT?”

So his voice would travel straight to its target, Po cupped his hands: “Rumor is your wife snatched him!”

Rumbles rose to another big boom, or bang as would be later chronicled.

“That BITCH!”

He think’s it harms not his marriage if he’s only bopping a boy’s butt. I’ll have some fun. 

“Hey! Can you still hear me?”

“YES!”

Is he brewing a tornado? Sounds like one.

“Hold on just a minute! Calm DOWN! It’s hard to think with all that racket!”

“WHAT?”

“I’m just guessing here.”

“WHAT?”

“I bet she stuck your ’Mede in that cave with my son Poly and told him to KEEP AN EYE ON THE BRAT!

“I’ll slap the shit out of that bitch!”

Almost an aside, but Po heard it.

“PLEASE DON’T! Last time – remember – the Vesuvius mess? Smelled awful. Took centuries to clean up and they haven’t finished!

“What should I do?

Big Z’s actually worried – about that boy’s butt. He ought. Poly’s lonely. Might decide to give it a try…by cock or mouth.

“Grab your wheels and hie yourself to Poly’s dank cave - unless you’re AFRAID!

“I’M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING!”

“Well then, GO, BRO!”

“I can’t.”

“What’s the matter? Why not?

“’Pollo’s got my wheels for another of his dates with Helios – recent alias, Sol, if you can believe it.”

Listen to him rattling on!

“Those two still going together?”

“Every damn day. I should never have let that start. But my ears needed a break. All that lyre plucking!”

“Ari strums one of those things. Can’t seem to find a tune. Drives me nuts, or bananas, or some fruity thing. I sympathize!”

CRASH! BAM! BOOM!

Wrath really riles him! There he goes. Thank the gods. Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.

Trident in hand, Poseidon made up his mind: When I catch Davy, I’m going to stash him in my locker!

Off his seashell with a big splash. Into…the…deep.

* * *

Meanwhile, back in the sky, Big Z became a whirlwind, ripped his way over the countryside, reached the cave, poked out Polyphemus’ eye, sucked up the ass-naked ’Mede, stuck him in a cup, admonished, “Bear it, boy!,” gave Arion the poke he deserved – and took off to deal with his bitch, Hera.

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