Once he arrived, he turned the place upside down searching for …show more content…
As he was pondering, his favorite pen slipped from his fingers and fell into the now-melted clay! “NOOOO!” he cried. He lifted the instrument from the goop and gently cleaned it off. Out of the blue, he remembered the story of how he acquired the pen. A few years before, Hermes had sired a daughter with a mortal woman. When the girl was a little bit older, she stole a fancy pen and sacrificed it to her dad. She engraved her name, Gwynne, on the gift. Looking at it now, an idea sprang to Hermes’s mind. “Pen… Gwynne,” he mumbled. “Pen… Guin… Penguin! I’ve got it!” he …show more content…
He could see gigantic waves crashing against the shore, destroying everything in their paths. Hermes instantly felt bad for all the people whose lives were being destroyed by this force of nature (or rather, Poseidon). He made his way down to the ocean and called upon his uncle. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Poseidon roared as the sea churned around them. Hermes produced a small sculpture of a penguin.
“My dearest uncle, this is my newest creation: the penguin! The real thing will be a bit bigger and actually alive, not just some puny statue. I will trade you full custody of my birds if you agree to not cause any tsunamis for 365 days!” Hermes