“Juppi put that spray can of white clouds away, you are spoiling the sky.”
“First of all my name is Jupiter, being the king of the Roman gods and just because you happen to be a good looker Venus, it does not give you the right to tell me how to paint my skies.”
“Juppi since you partook in that advanced cloud course, our skies are no longer the same. A nice plain blue sky is what the people want, not with stripes all over the place. If it has to be stripy, then do it with organised stripes.”
“Venus you might understand how to colour your hair and paint your eyes, but designing clouds is something completely different. It is the work of an artist, a specialist. It is seen by all and not just the person you happen to have in you bedroom.”
“I beg your pardon Juppi I choose my own partners and up to now they have never been disappointed. By the way how do you like my new emerald green eye shade. I think it really suits my orange lipstick. To match today’s sky colour I decided on a strong blue nail varnish, but now you have ruined everything with those psychedelic white stripes.”
“Be careful what you are saying Venus, one of these days you will lose your arms for such treacherous words, and then you will no longer need blue fingernails, because you will not have any fingers to paint.”
“Not in my time Juppi, although you have given me an idea. Perhaps I might have myself modelled without arms for some Roman temple. That would be an eternal mystery. The subject would say “Why are her arms missing” and would never guess it was because of a silly remark made by Juppi.
Oh, what was that loud explosion?”
“No problem, I just sent out a thunderbolt to calm my nerves, stupid woman and do not call me Juppi.”
“By the way where is your wife Juno?”
“She is away for the evening organising some marriage matches.”
“You are alone, so am I Juppi.”
“OK, will be up in a few minutes, but don’t call me Juppi in public – people will start talking. Just a minute.”
“What are you doing Juppi?”
“Painting over the white stripes in the sky, I don’t like them either.”
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