"Sir, perhaps this is your lucky day!"
"This boy, eh, the one who sold you the fertilizer for the vinyard and for Hera's garden," Zeus paused, a slight frown on his face. The clouds above Olympus darkened, and a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. "This boy wasn't too smart, you say?"
"Oh, no! Smart? Ha!"
"At first he wanted ambrosia, wine, women - for fertilizer! Ridiculous! He talked! And talked. The more he talked the less he decided to charge. We waited quietly." The gardener smiled.
"His charges dropped?"
"His charges dropped!"
"Still we waited! Aha! Finally he agreed that it was all ours, if we would give him just one bottle of wine and agree to move everything within 3 days! Oh, he was a cute rascal! We just outwitted him. Yes, eventually, he came our way. Merely a matter of waiting." The gardener's smile broadened.
"Yes," Zeus mused. "A cute rascal, indeed!"
"So, this callow youth, this dunce from the barnyards, practically gave away his, eh, merchandise?"
"And did you, eh, move all this fertilizer? Within 3 days?"