Just his luck he was related to this grubby old dude. He hoped all sons of Neptune didn't share the same fate. First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.
Rick RiordanPercy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. โA trap?โ โProbably,โ Frank said. โSheโs not mortal,โ Hedge said, sniffing the air. โProbably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.โ โNo doubt,โ Percy agreed. โAwesome.โ Hedge grinned. โLetโs go.
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