Once up a time, a long
time ago, there were two brothers named Epimetheus and Prometheus.
They were good gods. They had good hearts. They were good friends.
One day, Prometheus got in trouble with
Zeus. Because he had a kind heart, Prometheus gave man fire. Zeus was
furious. Zeus had announced that man did not deserve fire. Prometheus
had ignored him. As punishment, Zeus chained Prometheus to a rock for many years. Then
Zeus went after his brother, the gentle, kind-hearted Epimetheus.
Zeus ordered the gods' handyman, the
maker of things - Hephaestus - to
make Zeus a daughter. Hephaestus made a woman out of clay, a beautiful
woman. He brought her to life, and then brought her to Zeus. Zeus
named his lovely new daughter Pandora.
Zeus knew that Epimetheus was lonely. Zeus gave Pandora in marriage
to the good hearted Epimetheus.
Zeus gave the newlyweds a gift. Some say
it was a jar. Some say it was a box. Whatever it was, it was locked.
It came with a note. The note said: DO NOT OPEN." Attached to the
note was a key. It was all very curious.
You can guess what happened next. It
was Pandora whose curiosity got the better of her. One day, she used
the key to open the box. As she raised the lid, out flew all the bad
things in the world today - envy, sickness, hate, disease. Pandora
slammed the lid closed, but it was too late.
Epimetheus heard her
weeping. He came running. Pandora opened the
lid to show him it was empty. Quickly, before she could slam the lid
shut, one tiny
bug flew out. He gave Pandora a big
buggy smile in thanks for his freedom and flew away. That tiny bug was
named Hope. And Hope made all the difference in the