"Cadmus. Oh, yes, he lived down the valley a ways. Strange fellow. Went around killing dragons and such. In fact, that was his downfall. Poor soul. Why do you ask."
"Was he a dentist?"
"Oh, heavens no! Sorry, Zeus, no disrespect intended. Ah, you're thinking of the dragon's teeth. Did I ever tell you about that. It goes to show the ridiculous way some of the neighbors behave. Let me see." She paused, a slight frown on her face.
"If you cross the mountain at lowpass and descend to where the river forks, you'll see it."
Demo waited, but plainly she wanted him to ask.
"Yes, mother, what is it I will see?"
"The field, the very field where Cadmus sowed the dragon's teeth. It grew him a dreadful crop, it did."
"Warriors! They sprang up from the ground! Fully armed, ready for battle. Big, burly, rascals all. And he didn't even have to water or fertilize. I wonder how big they might have been if he had used fertilizer?"
"Vicious tempers, though. Hardly spoke a civil word to him or each other before they were hard at it, fighting like children. He just stood and watched openmouthed. Couldn't believe adults would behave so abominably. Did I pronounce that right?"
"Yes, mother, I think you did."