"You are right dear, you are absolutely right. A full task, my boy. Out of the goodness of my heart." Zeus glanced petulantly toward Hera. Fortunately she was examining her garb in the mirror.
"Oh, one minor detail. You'll be baby-sitting Cupid during our absence. Venus left him here to keep us company. He's a wonderful little chap. I'm sure you'll get along splendidly."
Was there a smirk on Zeus' face, a touch of facetiousness in his voice?
"Boy, why are you sitting on the throne of Zeus?"
Demo turned, startled.
"Eh, you see, I'm in charge. Zeus is on vacation, and I'm filling in for him."
"Indeed! A likely story. Let's see your credentials!"
For a moment Demo hesitated. Then he stood erect, shoulders back, as kingly as he knew how to stand.
"Who are you to question the credentials of an appointee of the mighty Zeus. See, here in my hands he has left his thunderbolt, symbol of his power. And in a moment I shall become angry and cast it at you. Begone! And when you are allowed to return, do so with a better grace, or I shall send you trapping, off to visit . . . well, off to visit his brother Pluto. Now, off with you, and quickly!"
Demo took the thunderbolt in his right hand, raised it high, and made as furious a face as a 17 year old might make.