It was the arrow’s fault, not Cupid’s. The arrow hit the dog instead of the guy. Then Cupid tried again, but the dog went crazy and jogged his aim. The love-tipped blade slid under Cupid’s skin; magic morphed him into the form of love; and the happy dog had a jolly good night, all told. The only trouble is the pup’s mouth simply isn’t designed for telling, and her owners ears aren’t able to hear or understand.
“Aw sweet little thing.”
“Woof,” meaning “I’m neither sweet nor little. I’m a goddess.”
“Coochy coochy coochy coo.”
“Woof,” meaning “No reason to pretend I’m an idiot.”
“Woof,” meaning “Give me food—or sacrifices… Sacrifice would do. Squirrels perhaps.”
Years later, Cupid met the pup and realized god-hood, or goddess-hood, just doesn’t fit the breed (though it does fit the spelling). He turned her into a cat and her owners contentedly worship her now.
Challenge: I missed last week’s challenge, but here goes… Last week's challenge was to take a known Greek god/goddess or create a new one and tell us the story that created a child. This week, tell us the story of this child. Is he/she mortal or half mortal? Perhaps the child is a full fledged god/goddess. Describe him/her to us and tell us the child's life story (or at least a few adventures).