Perdix
Be damned your uncle Daedalus.
Of your ingenuity, he is so jealous.
I saw him push you off the Acropolis.
How could he exhibit behavior so atrocious?
I, Athena, was aware of your strife.
I turned you into a bird to save your life.
Your existence was spared by flapping your wings.
Daedalus paid dearly for these things.
I have branded him with a bird’s image on his face.
That will remind him of his personal disgrace.
He will be scorned and derided in any place.
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