The greek gods, children of Zeus and Hera, Apollo and Artemis tossed their green and blue frisbee back and forth. The children floated in the sky with their great powers. Apollo was a great archer, and Artemis was the goddess of wild animals. They controlled the moon and the sun, each of them in charge of one. They had millions of different frisbees from red to black from small to big. They had been playing with their frisbees for hundreds of years, even though they were only seven years old. In fact, the only real toy they had was frisbees.

Their parents Zeus and Hera were always in meetings or battling monsters. One day the siblings decided they wanted a new toy. They raced to the immense room where the greek gods had very important meetings. Inside sat three greek gods including Zeus.

“Dad, can we get a new toy?” chimed Artemis and Apollo.

Zeus gave them a look and that said enough, the kids dashed out of the room, not wanting to be zapped by their dad’s lightning.

Together they decided they would try again later and went their separate ways. A while later they came back together, ready to ask again. They strolled into the workshop to find their dad who was sharpening a sword. The twins pleaded for their dad to give them a new toy, but he did not budge. Zeus was busy, and he's not the kind of dad who hangs out with his kids. Disappointed Apollo and Artemis stomped out of the room.

They had nothing better to do, so Apollo picked up a yellow frisbee and tossed it to his sister. They played for hours but barely even giving a care. Yet again they decided they needed a new toy.

Apollo grinned, “ Maybe if we ask mom she will help us!”

“Perfect, that has to work!” exclaimed Artemis.

They headed for Hera’s room. It was a beautiful room filled with stunning glass chandeliers, amazing furniture, and spectacular paintings. Artemis and Apollo found Hera sitting on a chair examining a painting she had took off the wall.

“ Hey mom, we are bored of frisbees, can you get us a new toy?” Artemis questioned.

Hera looked up and her shining blue eyes stared at her children. “ I have no time for that, go do it yourselves” Hera explained as she hung the painting back up. The children grim faced and depressed stomped out of the house.