The golden hunter stood on the banks of the
river. The tall reeds equaled the man's
height. His impetuousness for fishing today
nearly consumed him. He grabbed his fishing
gear and went down to the river. Iolaus knew
a few hunter's tricks and he was sure he
could bag a big one. His deep blue eyes
scanned the river for just the right place to
toss his line.
"Ouch!" He said to the stranger fishing next
to him. "A fellow Iolausian just smacked me
with her staff. Sheesh," he grinned.
He stood in the company of one of his many
admirers. Iolaus always got his way with
women, and planned an evening she would never
forget. But right now he just wanted to
fish.
She ran her fingers through his unruly blond
hair trying to get his attention.
"I have an enormous appitite," Iolaus
said.
"I hope the fish are really
biting," he said again trying to take his
mind off her seduction.
"I hope they don't wear you out," the
Iolausian said. She knew Iolaus had
boundless energy but he was paying more
attention to the fishing than he was to her.
But what could she say, that's what she loved
about Iolaus.
