Women
Poseidon reclines on the pearl couch beneath the sea. "I just don't get it." he says.
Turtle wipes the fungus from his spectacles and says, "Tell me more Poseidon. Relax." The tortoise takes notes on his sandstone.
"They used to swim among us. They hadn't reached the shore yet." Poseidon's eyes misted. His voice trembled. "They started trying to call the shots.. my own daughter!." Blue mist left his eyes. "The next thing I knew they were on land. The cocky bunch were banning together."
"What do you mean by banning together?" the Turtle asked.
"They sprouted legs and demanded an impending dominion of me, and my underworld! They began to return to the ocean as I'd hoped for. But..."
"But what?"
"They truly left the ocean. I was hopeful when they returned. But then..dear Zeus."
"Tell me, Poseidon."
"They wore less clothing. I can't..I can't.. They stayed in the shallows at first."
The Tortoise paused. "I've seen the women. That's what they call them now."
Poseidon's face was grimaced. "They're using the shape of my staff to roast pork meat at bonfires!" His eyes ejected more blue squid-like juice.
"You know life moves forward. Muscle has been replaced with brains and fun loving."
"It's gotten worse. They're wearing less clothing in my domain! They've gone beyond my waters to 'break the glass' reaching for the skies! I.. I.. oh!" Poseidon reaches for minnows to suck his nose out.
"We'll talk again next week Poseidon. Until then, don't be a conch. I mean Take two conch salads and call me in the morning."