So he thought!
Children are lovable. As babies they, sweet and cuddly, invite
one's kind adoration. As toddlers, though underfoot, they laugh
and chatter, bring brightness into our dull lives. Older, they
play, are now defiant, now dependent, as they seek to find their
place in the world.
Then, there was Cupid. Not quite the child. Yet not an adult.
Ever with the prankish nature of youth. Armed, nevertheless,
with a bow. Armed with arrows of the most pernicious kind. Sly,
at times. Open and outgoing at others, he shared the faults -
and the virtues - of his mother, Venus.
The second day started off nicely. Demo gave the world a little
extra twirl, and it hummed along smoothly. He did note a slight
wobble, and gave it a slight extra spin to compensate.
He checked the progress of the sun, the positions of the stars,
and kept a weather eye on earth and underworld.
No problems surfaced.
He was being lulled into an unwary mood.
The attack began!
It was ruthless! They came at him in droves, never giving him
time to think. His face whitened, reddened, turned blue.
Demo tried to think of the terms Zeus might use under such
circumstances. They didn't come.
Zeus' old flames - angry, petulant, pleading, demanding!
Demo was caught off guard.
They informed him that they had an audience. Zeus plainly had
forgotten to pass on the information to him. They waited
impatiently for the promised audience.
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