Three Sisters Who Hated Mortals
Medusa, Stheno and Euryale were threats to each other.
Their mother had to caution them to use their snakes wisely.
Typical sisters, there was much hissing, spitting and biting.
Their sitter had her hands full as their snakes were venomous.
Why did the gods give you snakes instead of hair? She lamented.
Gaze into my eyes! Medusa said to the sitter, her sisters laughed.
They knew what would happen, and of course it did.
The sitter was turned into stone, like all of the neighbors.
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