“Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn’t blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.”

“Hermes smiled. “I knew a boy once … oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really.”Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself.Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set on vibrate?Hermes ignored them. “One night, when this boy’s mother wasn’t watching, he sneaked out of their cave and stole some cattle that belonged to Apollo.””Did he get blasted to tiny pieces?” I asked.”Hmm … no. Actually, everything turned out quite well. To make up for his theft, the boy gave Apollo an instrument he’d invented-a lyre. Apollo was so enchanted with the music that he forgot all about being angry.”So what’s the moral?””The moral?” Hermes asked. “Goodness, you act like it’s a fable. It’s a true story. Does truth have a moral?””Um …””How about this: stealing is not always bad?””I don’t think my mom would like that moral.”Rats are delicious, suggested George.What does that have to do with the story? Martha demanded.Nothing, George said. But I’m hungry.”I’ve got it,” Hermes said. “Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment. How’s that?”

“I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing… maybe you’ve got to attack him while he’s in the shower, Harry.”

“It doesn’t matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don’t appreciate your genius for inventing the internet-“”You invented the internet?”It was my idea, Martha said.Rats are delicious, George said.”It was my idea!” Hermes said. “I mean the internet, not the rats. But that’s not the point.”