The yard sign read, “Garage Sale of the Gods”. Gordon leapt from the car and grabbed an orb which
was clearly the sad remnant of taxidermy experimentation.
“Look at this eyeball!” he said. “Maybe it’s Odin’s left eye or the eye of
Sauron!” I tried to deflate his
excitement by saying, “Maybe it’s Thor’s favorite marble encased in the finest
Spanish cordovan,” but Gordon kept blathering ridiculous possibilities. “It could
be the grey sisters’ eye! It’s definitely an eye!”
Gordon’s shouting wouldn’t stop until I got the price of
Gordon’s potential treasure, so I asked the crocodile-headed man in the garage,
“What is this and what are you asking for it?”
He answered, “That’s Cerebus’s testicle.” Gordon dropped his find and made
a fatuous and ill-mannered display of using his hand sanitizer.
“But it looks like an eye,” I said. “It is,” crocodile-man answered. “Hellhounds
need to see what is behind them and what is in front of them. It was a bad idea
to neuter Cerebus, although anything you cut off him grows back. After Heracles snuck up on him, Hades decided
against vitiating Cerebus’ abilities in the future, so that item is a one of a
kind treasure.”
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