The day I met the infamous Odysseus, I was following my regular morning chores. I had finished herding my sheep and was returning back to my home, but once I made it to my destination, a group of humans were inside, devouring my food. I became enraged, but decided to take heed as to what they had to say. Odysseus had the mindset of a god. He thought of himself so highly that I wouldn't have doubted it for a second if someone had told me that's who he presented himself as. After the false god's long winded explanation, I came to the conclusion that all he wanted from me was more food and my help. I quickly decided I would not provide either for him and his flock of foolish men.
After closing the entrance of the cave, I feasted on two of his
After closing the entrance of the cave, I feasted on two of his