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For The Batrachomoumachia

The Beginning
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Lines 103 - 159
Lines 160 - 209
Lines 210 - 267
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Firstly I will begin by praying to the choir of the Muses to come to my heart for the sake of knowledge for this book. With this writing tablet being new I sit upon this hill to write about the work of Ares. I pray that I may do my best and that I may give the story of how the mice and frogs battled its due. So that I may begin to remind the giants of the work of mankind, as the words of those who died, and to those who are being born.
Once There was a mouse thirsty from avoiding a dangerous weasel, had come very close to shore of the lake to satisfy himself with the honey sweet water. When behind him he heard a voice from the graces of the marsh.
"Who are you Stranger? Where do you come from? Who was your father? Be truthful! Do not tell me anything false. For if I believe you to be a worthy person I will show to my house and many noble gifts."
I myself am Puff-Cheek King of the Frogs. My father's name was Peleus. He was married to Water Ruler before the banks of Eridanus 1. I can tell that you have both good in you and your strength stands out among the others, like a king leaning on a staff or a soldier. But come now you speak."
The mouse replied by saying this; "Clearly it is known with all the men, gods and the birds in the sky. The name I call myself is Crumb-Filcher, I am the son of my heroic father Bread Gnawer, and my mother is Lickmeal, daughter of the king Ham Nibbler. My parents covered me and brought me up eating figs, nuts, and all types of meat. Tell me would your family live with mine? How can you replicate this life for me? This existence has no resemblance to mine own for your life is in the water, and again mine is on the land: How great a custom it is to nibble before man. Man will never forget me eating his the thrice kneaded bread upon his bread basket, nor his flat cake, with flowing peplos, the white coated liver, the fresh curdled cheese upon the sweet milk, or his good honey cake (baklava), These are my long awaited blessings.
I do not gnaw on radishes, cabbages, pumpkins, nor have I fed upon green beats, and not on parsley for these are your food and those of the living in the lake.
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