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For The Batrachomoumachia

The Begining
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Lines 103 - 159
Lines 160 - 209
Lines 210 - 267
Lines 268 - 303

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Firstly to begin I pray to the choir of the Muses to come to my heart for the sake of knowledge for this book, when with this writing tablet being new I sit upon the hill to talk about fighting, war the work of Ares. I pray to set out to do my best that this may give how the mice and frogs battled its due. To begin to remind the giants of the work of mankind, as the words of those who died, and to those who are being born.
12 Once a mouse was thirsty from avoiding the dangerous weasel. He had come curiously to close to shore 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? What place did you come from? Who was your father? Be truthful! Do not show me false things. For if I believe you to be a worthy person I will show to my house and many noble gifts good stranger.
I myself am Puff-Cheek King of the Frogs. My father who raised me was Peleus. He was married to Water Ruler before the banks of Eridanus. I see both the good in you and your strength standing out among the others, like a king leaning on a staff or a soldier fighting. But come now you will speak.
(Crumb-Filcher) the mouse replied saying this; Tell me would your family live with mine and 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 lick meal, daughter of the king Ham Nibbler. My parents covered me and brought me up eating figs, nuts, and all types of meat. How can you replicate this for me? This nature has no resemblance to mine for your life is in the water, and again mine: how great a custom it is to nibble before man. He will never forget me on the thrice kneaded bread upon the bread basket, nor the flat cake, with flowing peplos, the white coated liver, the fresh curdled cheese upon the sweet milk, the good honey cake(baklava), (that are long awaited blessings.)
39 not gnawing on radishes, cabbages, pumpkins, nor did I feed or play upon green beats, and not on parsley for these are your food and those (of the) living in the lake.

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