barley loaf every morning-and a punch in the eye for sauce!

But how will you make the journey? There's no ship that will

No, but this winged steed will.

But what an idea, papa, to harness a beetle, to fly to the gods

We see from Aesop's fables that they alone can fly to the abode of

Father, father, that's a tale nobody can believe! that such a

smelly creature can have gone to the gods.

It went to have vengeance on the eagle and break its eggs.