No
beauty here.
And in these waters lived creatures not of this world, but of
Hades, round which the river flowed, and flows forever. Doomed
through eternity to these putrid stream, they had yet one
recompense.
Who dared wade the River Styx, he was their prey.
"My boy, take this package over to the guardshack just across
the Styx. They are expecting it; by the way, be sure to get a
receipt. They hate to sign receipts. Still, it messes up our
accounts if we don't have them. The boat is anchored right by
the pier, and the oars are stowed beneath the seat."
Zeus started to turn away, then hesitated. "Oh, well! Boy,
don't drag your hands in the water. And don't even think about
taking a dip. You'd be dreadfully sorry!"
An extremely simple chore, this. Why all the fuss?
Each river has its peculiarities. The Nile, known for its
annual flooding. The Lethe, notorious for the effect on those
who drink its waters.
And then there is the river Styx.
It has a well-deserved reputation. The environmentalists have
been picketing since time immemorial. They complain,
legitimately, about the odor, the sludge, the inhabitants - all
the little things that help make the Styx unique.
They picket Pluto.
Pluto suggests they picket Zeus, instead. To emphasize his
point he releases Cerberus.
Hurriedly they scatter, not taking time to even look back.
They picket Zeus.
Zeus takes it all with gentle and tolerant attitude.
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