As the morning sun rises over fields filled with red cattle, a large mass crosses over a hilltop. His shadowy appearance has a gait that suggests he is carrying a heavy load, yet the outlines of two arms stick out sharply from his sides. As the sun rises higher, it creeps up along his figure, revealing thick ankles, two stiff legs, an unnaturally-wide body, and a weathered face. Wait…sweet nectar, he has three bodies! And each torso, though they are attached, seem to be wearing different-colored shirts, how strange…

The figure starts to grumble to himself, “Where is he…that good-for-nothing half-blood…my job to babysit him…son of a god and nymph…hmph.” He stomps his feet with each word, permanent craters remaining in his wake. Soon, the sounds of the cattle herd are discernible, as well as the sounds of two barking dogs. “QUIET, Orthrus! Enough of your yapping! I bet that idiot Eurytion forgot to feed you against, didn’t he? Typical.” Suddenly, from behind a hill emerges the source of the barking: a dog the size of a small car, with two heads.

“Yes, yes, alright calm down. Gods, here’s some breakfast for you.” From out of nothing he is holding a raw flank steak the size of a grown man. Orthrus wags his tail, bending down almost as if to play, until the steak is tossed behind him and distracts him. “There, that should keep you busy long enough for me to do my work. Not like I ever get any thanks for it though.” He looks up at a lone passing clod. “Hey Apollo, you ever think of thanking dear, dear Geryon for putting up with your cows? They’re not exactly pleasant creatures, you know.”

Blinding light filled the sky as he finished talking, causing Geryon to stumble and stutter. “Okay, okay. I get it.” The light receded. Under his breath, Geryon mumbled, “Think you’re all high and mighty, hmm? Try doing my job for a day. Watching that idot Eurytion for his father, Ares. Why’d the kid have to serve his punishment with me anyway? He’s newly-immortal, just pound him to dust, it’ll be a while before he shows back up again…”

At this, Geryon crosses the last hill before reaching the cattle enclosure. An overwhelming stench of cattle droppings and rotting meat makes Geryon’s eyes water, and even Orthrus doesn’t want to approach. “Oh great, just like yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. And the day…” His voice trails off. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Geryon shouts into the sky, “EURYTION! COME CLEAN UP AFTER THE CATTLE NOW! And if you have to dump all their filth in the river like usual, just get it done FAST! I have more work for you to do!”

Geryon sighs and looks at Orthrus, who is gnawing on the bone leftover from his breakfast. “Whatever happened to you being vicious and demanding like you used to be? Well, you’re still just as demanding, that’s for sure.” Geryon turns to leave as footsteps can be heard in the distance, causing him to sigh and give a questioning look towards the sky.

“Kids.”