Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Book 19

Tonight, I was approached by my hottie, babe of a wife, Penelope. She kept questioning me of the whereabouts of, me, odysseus. I described to her how i had met him, me, and where he was now. Because i was soo cooperative with telling her information about, me, i was offered a bed to sleep on but i declined to keep my cover. What i could not delcline however, was a foot bath. Penelope's loyal maid was washing my feet when she noticed odysseus's, my, scar. She immeditally recognized me and almost screamed in excitement. I mean who wouldnt scream when they saw me, come on, im the Big O! Later tonight, Penelope came to me asking for advice about a dream she had. In her dream, an eagle swooped down and killed all of er geese. It then talked to her saying that her husband, me, had put her lovers, also known as the suitors, to death. I explained to her what i thought it meant but she chose to choose a new husband by whoever can shoot the arrows through the holes of twelve axes. This would be a challenge, but come on here, as i said before, its ME, odysseus!

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