"Yes, my dear, I am looking. Oh, yes! Eh, to be honest, I can't even see a single wrinkle. Just a moment, let me put on my eyeballs." He adjusted his bifocals carefully on his nose.
"My dear, you look delectable. Wrinkles! Bah!"
"You jest. I saw it only this morning. Right here, on my forehead. Do examine me more closely."
Zeus pursued his examination with great gusto, until the entrance of Hera distracted him. Gruffly he growled, "Well, if a wrinkle is there, it is a beautiful one. Let me see? Ah, I have it. I shall send for expert advise. Rest assured, I'll solve the problem."
Hera watched suspiciously, finally spoke as Venus departed.
"What's that young snip want. You were certainly giving her a thorough perusal. Which, I might add, you were relishing mightily."
"The duties I must perform. They weigh on me heavily indeed, my dear. Venus has detected a wrinkle. Sad, but the curse of Cronus, you know."
With a suddenness that Demo had come to abhor he found himself once more before the might of Zeus.
Arrow notched, bow drawn, he had the game on the dinner plate - and then, whoosh, the forest, the buck, everything - disappeared. And now he stood before Zeus, his arrow still ready for its flight.
Zeus ducked precipitously behind his throne.