
Today was the day of the contest. Penelope brought out my bow this morning. To finally decide who would be wed my wife they would try to string my bow and with it, shoot an arrow through 12 axe head loops. Impossible. No man could do what I could do, but they humored me anyway. According to plan, Telemakhos failed first. This made the suitors think that Telemakhos was no threat. Then the other suitors tried. All I have to say is HAHAHAHAHA!!! No of them could do it, besides Antinoos and Eurymakhos only because they waited in the back. Just as I was collecting myself from all the laughter, I saw the swineherd and cowherd leaving. After assuring their loyalty to me, I revealed my identity to them. Yeah, that club just keeps getting bigger. I asked them to help me with me plan to murder the suitors. I just told them to lock some doors so that the screams of the dying suitors won't be heard. That way their shrieks and cries for help won't be heard, and their will be no hope for any of them (at this point I let out an evil laugh). I return back to contest, and Eurymakhos was up next. Of course he did not even string the bow. Before Antinoos's turn, he suggests that we all try again tomorrow, and that we will pray for Apollo the Archer to be with us. Then I make the suggestion that I may participate in the contest, and sarcastically said what a good idea it is to rely on Apollo. I have learned that relying on the gods doesn't always work out. That is why I requested the help of the herders. I needed some tangible allies. Antinoos, man I hate that guy, shoots that idea down even faster that I could ever shoot him down. He suggests that I am drunk, and that wine can do bad things to a man. What a hypocrite. He gets drunk everyday, and no one yells at him. After he is finished scolding, my wife sticks up for me. This arguing goes on until with Penelope until, just as planned, Telemakhos takes over. He firmly establishes himself as the master, and send Penelope to do women things. I did not realize how blown back she would be. The swineherd brought me my bow according to plan also. He stopped though when the suitors yelled at him. Then Telemakhos, in a futile attempt to takeover the situation, tells the swineherd to bring it to me for he is master. The suitors laugh. My son, bad orator, good comedian, they are one and the same. So I receive the bow and to my shtick. Hurray I did it, whoopdee-doo. This is the moment though I've been waiting for. I give Telemakhos the cue, and he suits up. All the doors are locked, I am on the field finishing writing this, and its butt kicking time.





