Being A Cyclops

Being a cyclops is not always easy; it’s never easy actually. We just have this one big eye in the middle of our face, and anyone who comes around-which is not very often-is scared to death of us. I mean, if I’m going to be honest, I would be scared if I were them too. Cyclopes are like 12 feet tall, and we literally eat people. That’s not my fault, though; that’s just they way it works. Humans come around every few weeks, months, or years, whenever they’re in need of an adventure, and they never go back home. If I don’t eat them, I’m sure one of the neighboring cyclopes will. I know the big guy, Polyphemus, will make sure no human leaves here. He’s one of the most aggressive ones around here. It’s cyclopes like him that make people so scared
I’m usually just sitting around in my cave painting, like I am right now. I love the arts. I use blood and crushed berries and plants to paint with, and my art is like none you’ve ever seen. It’s kind of a secret, though; I don’t want the others to know my hobbies because they would make fun of me. That’s why I paint in the evening when everyone else is heading to bed. Tonight’s painting is a continuation of one I’ve been working on for a while. It’s a landscape of the view from my cave and shows a lot of the other cyclopes’ homes. I walk outside occasionally to refresh my memory of what the view is like. From right here I can see most of the island. I can see Polyphemus right now- which reminds me. I need to tell you a story about this guy’s eye. One night a couple weeks ago, I’m minding my own business painting a portrait of my favorite sheep. I’m coming along pretty good on the painting when I heard a loud howl. I immediately knew something had to be up. It was the cyclopes howl and sounded like it came from Polyphemus’ place. By unspoken law, I had to check it out and check on my brother/neighbor- it’s really weird and complicated-so I ran outside and saw others doing the same from the peaks and caves. We all went down to Polyphemus’ cave to answer his