Chickens (ota)
"Get out!!! Get out! Get out! Get out!"
A white ball of feathers went flying from the entrance of Aphrodite's temple and into the street and landed in the bushes with a 'cluck!' Aphrodite, herself, remained inside her temple, but it didn't exactly look like hers at the moment. Oh, no. It had been redecorated, it seemed, and the new addition were hundreds of live chickens. They were everywhere.
Chickens were not as bad as fish, that much she would concede to, but there was nothing great about livestock in your temple - unless, of course, you were one of those gods, but Aphrodite most certainly not. Besides, they were starting to stink up the place and she wanted them gone. The only trouble was that the more she got rid of them, the more they appeared.
She let out a frustrated sound that came deep from her throat.
A white ball of feathers went flying from the entrance of Aphrodite's temple and into the street and landed in the bushes with a 'cluck!' Aphrodite, herself, remained inside her temple, but it didn't exactly look like hers at the moment. Oh, no. It had been redecorated, it seemed, and the new addition were hundreds of live chickens. They were everywhere.
Chickens were not as bad as fish, that much she would concede to, but there was nothing great about livestock in your temple - unless, of course, you were one of those gods, but Aphrodite most certainly not. Besides, they were starting to stink up the place and she wanted them gone. The only trouble was that the more she got rid of them, the more they appeared.
She let out a frustrated sound that came deep from her throat.