Scene 7: Enter Zeus, Hera, Athena and Apollonius.
Narrator: Zeus led his son Apollonius to the place wherein the Cyclopes lived. The Cyclopes are the ones who made the King of the Gods' thunderbolts.
Zeus: My son, be sure that you can handle them without seriously hurting yourself.
Zeus gives the thunderbolts to Apollonius.
Apollonius: These are marvelous, and they feel tingly on my hands.
Zeus: Of course, they are pure electricity, after all.I have to attend on my affairs right now, and so I have to leave you, okay? I trust you, my son.
Exit Zeus.
Narrator: Apollonius decided to test the thunderbolts by hitting random targets. He discovered their true destructive power and was very impressed by them. Meanwhile…
Hera (angry and indignant): Look at that boy, who does he think he is? He is handling Zeus' thunderbolts, for crying out loud!
Athena: Father knows exactly what he is doing, Hera. Do not worry about what Apollonius—
Hera: What makes you think I'm worried about that love child?
Athena (sighs): Never mind. Just think I never spoke up. Just don't do anything rash, Hera.
Exit Athena.
Hera (mockingly): (aside) "Don't do anything rash, Hera," why should I listen to that tomboyish girl? (End aside) Hmmm…Athena, you really are a genius, aren't you? Well, she just gave me an idea.
Narrator: What could she be plotting? Let us find out what happens!
Hera (disguises as a hind): Hmmm…what would our dear Apollonius do, seeing such a fine game like me?
Apollonius (sights Hera): Hey, that sure is one fine hind! I would like to sacrifice that in honor of my father! (Aims a thunderbolt at Hera)
Narrator: Of course, being the son of Zeus, Apollonius has perfect aim. Hera did not die from the thunderbolt, but it sure singed a fairly big part of her thick locks.
Hera (angry): Oh no, my hair! How dare he ruin my beautiful hair!
Narrator: Hera was so angry at Apollonius for ruining her hair that she made a large rock slide fall over Apollonius. The youth was too slow to react that was why he got crushed by the large rocks.
Apollonius: Ah, I am crushed by the rocks! Alas, I die.
Exit Apollonius.
Hera: You deserve it, you mere boy! I have restrained my anger enough, and this is the final straw! (Aside) Plus, my hairdo is made by the Naiads. They're hard to get these days, you know (end aside).
Exit Hera.