I throw him in my mouth, and, even though I could swallow him whole, I go crunchy-crunchy.

I’m rejected, miserable, and abused I crave someone else to feel this way. Only force can stop it, but no one would want to tamper with such a fire. My anger is like a big forest fire, a bonfire gone out of control, spreading through the forest and burning anything it passes. “Do something, sissy,” I tell myself, using my father’s favorite word, “It’s time to show everyone that you’re the boss.” I think of all those times my father told me how I am very stupid it’s time for me to show him and those men that no one messes with me anymore. “Why would I let you go, since we differ so much?” “Phah, Xenia is from the gods, and I don’t believe in the gods!” What am I saying? I don’t know, my father’s a god, but I need them to feel my anger. I can’t believe it-first my father yells at me for my dumbness, then my buddies are mean, and now I have people in my house eating my food. Please, let us have some gifts, Xenia is what it is after all.” Unfortunately, we got blown off course, so to both of our benefits we’re here. We’re veterans from the Trojan war, and we’re on our way back home. The tallest and buffest of the men with the messiest face looks me in the eye and says, “Hello, sir. 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!”

Book 9 the odyssey