Big Black Crows

Today I saw two big black crows on the way to the gym. Two big black squawking crows, walking down the middle of the street. Have no idea why, but it reminded me of my dislike of Greek mythology. I remember one myth which really made an impression on me. I think the myth is about Icarus. He does something really bad & is tied up on top of a mountain with a wounded exposed liver. Every day a big bird comes by and pecks out a little piece of his liver, which grows back. Now I'm sure I'm getting the story wrong but you can't imagine how spooked I was as a kid reading this. What if that were me, what torture, I wouldn't be able to bear it. Maybe that's why these crows creeped me out, have visions of them chasing me trying to peck my liver out.

I also have a fear of Aesops Fables and other old-fashioned Chinese fairy tales. My Aunt once gave my sister the big book of Aesops Fables for Christmas. I couldn't get passed the big ugly ogre on the cover with big fat curly blond hair. Looked like the Burger King King, creepy -- like he was going to jump off the book jacket and stuff me in a castle. No fables for me, I simply think they couldn't happen. However, I'm not going to take a chance, and will run the other way when I see some big crows or ogres coming.