Our acquaintance with Zeus was a bit unusual. It was winter, I remember, and I had gone for a walk when suddenly I saw a bird, a cuckoo, sitting on the branch of a low tree, looking at me with its big eyes. It was soaked from the rain and trembling from the cold. I took it into my arms, not knowing that it was Zeus himself transformed. That's how it all began. We were engaged for quite a few years. To be exact, three hundred. For humans, that seems like a lot, but for us immortals, it's roughly like a human week. The wedding took place on a slope of Kithairon. Zeus, out of joy, was throwing lightning bolts left and right, frightening the shepherds and their flocks grazing a little further away.