You were working in your garden and singing softly when you heard a voice behind you. "I confess" said the voice. "How surprised I am to see you so mirthless after your bragging. Mortal and pigtails.You could be any village girl." He leaned against the wall of your house and looked at you from head to toe. He was an Olympian, son of Zeus and his chosen messenger. That laughing horsefly of the gods. Hermes