It was a beautiful spring morning. The slopes of Olympus, filled with colorful blooming wildflowers, looked stunning. The sun had begun to rise slowly, and the blue sky sparkled with its bright light.

High up, from the peak of Olympus, which was lost among the clouds, beautiful melodies could be heard. The gods were singing, eating, and drinking as they did every day...

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. Thunder and lightning interrupted the song.

Zeus had something to say.

- We cut the song in the middle, Apollo complained, but Athena didn't let him continue.

- You wanted to tell us something, father, she said.

- That's it, Zeus shouted happily. I'm going to be a father!