Song for the Occasion
Zeus laid at the edge of Joana's nest his head resting at the edge. The beagle had been kind enough to nurse his pups. His own pups. The idea was still baffling but there he was, watching his three beautiful daughters sleep. The cold night air had broken his fear of the three getting too hot in the summer heat.
He watched his own children squirm with Joana's. For a few wonderful moments, the world was peaceful. Zeus closed his eyes as a cool breeze filled the room. A cold breeze. He opened his eyes in worry as he looked over the pups. What if they were too cold? Zeus leaned forward and felt the pups; they were warm. Okay, they were warm, they were fine.
Well, if they have a fever, they'd be warm. The Dame once again felt the pups to make sure they weren't too hot. No, no they weren't. Zeus forced himself to let the issue go; he didn't want to wake up anyone over his needless worrying.