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B is for bees are better than barley

To Apollo, bees were cool. Don't ask him why, he just thought them to be the best insect species out there. He guessed it had something to do with their gold and black stripes. They reminded him of him and Artemis.

The gold was him, Driver of the Sun Chariot. He was bright and shiny, resembling the sun. Artemis, on the other hand, was the black stripes. She was a representer of night. One with the shadows. Oh wait, that was Hades and his emo kid. What was his name? Nick? Never mind. Maybe Artemis was one with the moonlight. But, that was silver, and, sadly, bees did not have silver stripes.

But right now, he had bigger problems than figuring out bees and silver stripes.

"Bees are better than barley!"

"No Apollo, barley is better." Demeter shook her head disapprovingly, the wheat braided into her hair shook, only years of expert braiding keeping stalks of grain in her golden locks.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes." She said firmly.

Artemis and Hermes walked into the throne room, bickering. Apollo wondered what Hermes had done this time. Whatever it was, he silently congratulated Hermes.

"N-"He interrupted himself, "Sis! Hermes!" He beckoned with a hand for them to come over to him and Demeter.

They strided over, albeit annoyed.

Artemis got straight to the point. "What?"

"Aren't bees so much better than barley?"

"N-"

"Yes!" Hermes chimed in, not noticing Artemis's glare.

"No," Artemis contradicted, "They're not."

Apollo crossed his arms, "What's so bad about bees?"

"They can sting you. Barley cannot."

"Only if you bother them!" He defended.

"Barley benefits towards mankind by feeding us. What do bees do?"

"Make flowers." Was his genius response.

"Oh yes," Artemis rolled her eyes in contempt, "For little girls to pick."

"Bees make honey."

"Barley creates most cereals."

By now, Demeter was shoveling cereal down Hermes's throat for no apparent reason. The god was trying to get away by desperately screaming bloody murder and every now and then, throwing a couple cuss words in there. Had Demeter had one of those everytime-you-cuss-I-get-a-quarter things, she would have made around $100.

Poseidon walked in, verbally fighting with Athena. They walked in, took one look at the scene before them, and slowly backed out of the room.

Just then, Apollo got a brilliant(shocking, I know)defense for bees. "Bees make barley!"

Artemis opened and closed her mouth, much like a fish. Was she dreaming? Had her brother actually outsmarted her? No, it couldn't be true. She had never been bested by Apollo. The mere idea was ludicrous.

But, when she pinched her arm, she felt the pain just fine. And slowly, at a snail's pace, the fact Apollo actually made a better point sank in.

"You win." She said grudgingly.

Apollo's face was priceless, "I do?"

"Yes," She sighed, "You do."

Apollo basically radiated happiness. "Hermes! I won!"

Hermes, still a bit preoccupied with the cereal being crammed down his throat gave a mangled reply.

"That's-godsdammit woman, I'm trying to talk to him-great Apol-ahh! Stop it!-lo. That's really ni-" Hermes was promptly cut off as cheerios choked him.

Apollo ran off, shouting at every god who would listen, "Bees are better than barley!"

And that was the day everyone on Olympus came to the conclusion Apollo was a little off his rocker.

Poor Apollo. I just like making him look bad. Hehehe.

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