Once upon a time, Zeus the king of gods decided to offer a prize to the mother with the most beautiful baby.
Hermes, the messenger of the gods, flew across the world and told everyone –
all people, all animals, all birds were invited.
Paragraph: Soon a long line was snaking up the slopes of Mount Olympus towards Zeus’ palace:
a line of proud mothers.
There were deer, peacocks, horses, tigers, humans, wolves…
and among them there was a mother monkey.
In her arms she was holding a little pink, bald, flat-­‐nosed thing.
When the monkey reached the doors of Zeus’ palace,
all the other gods and goddesses began to laugh
but the mother hugged her little one close.
Paragraph: ‘Zeus can give the prize to whoever he likes,
but to me my baby is the most beautiful of them all.’