![]() ![]() I slam my rock-door shut and throw firewood into my fire pit. Cyclopses don’t share food! My three-something years have been rotten, full of rejection and feeling different, so this is the last thing I need. There are intruders in my house! Their faces are stuffing themselves with MY food. However, what I can’t miss is the chitter-chatter coming from my cave. ![]() My cyclops neighbors strut past me, promptly pinching their noses, but I’ve learned to ignore it. The day comes and goes, so we all go back to the cave. I really don’t see why you didn’t like the other one.Maybe I’ll make you a dress.” As always, she doesn’t respond because she’s a goat. My dear goats rush out of the cave as I see my best friend, “Hello Jelly,” I say, “It’s chilly, it’s time I make you a new hat. It’s not my fault that I was born not as smart as my siblings! It’s not my fault that he’s teases me! He always scolds but never helps me.Īs I open my rock-door to release my dear goats, I gaze out to the panorama of the rolling green hills and bunches of geraniums. I cannot stress how ashamed I am you are a disgrace to the family, Polyphemus.” “You’ve been saying that for the past three-hundred years!” he thunders, making my cave shake, “You are so impulsive that you never think. ![]() “Son, you’re an idiot!” he shouts, “What did you do when I gave you that staff yesterday? Eh? You threw it out to sea, thinking it would eat you. “Oh father, stop!” I weep, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” ![]()
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