It was once said in the time of Prince February, the shortest

ruler with the meanest of dispositions, that Tiresias once exposed

the fallacy of droplets of Poseidon’s tears

outnumbering the grains of sand felt between the blue eyes of the tired

and miserable and multiplied

by the grains of sand felt beneath the hooves of the far flung desert camel.

February tossed this so called joke aside, as he wished he could

have done to Tiresias with his all-knowing twinkle in his eye.

“Absurd”, February was prone to mutter loudly as he paced the halls