"REEEEEET! " A huge pink creature soared over the reservoir — a Macy's

Thanksgiving Day Parade nightmare blimp with wings.

 

"A sow!" Annabeth cried. "Take cover!"

 

The demigods scattered as the winged lady pig swooped down. Her wings were pink

like a flamingo's, which matched her skin beautifully, but it was hard to think

of her as cute when her hooves slammed into the ground, barely missing one of

Annabeth's siblings. The pig stomped around and tore down half an acre of trees,

belching a cloud of noxious gas. Then it took off again, circling around for

another strike.

 

"Don't tell me that thing is from Greek mythology," I complained.

 

"Afraid so," Annabeth said. "The Clazmonian Sow. It terrorized Greek towns back

in the day."

 

"Let me guess," I said. "Hercules beat it."

 

"Nope," Annabeth said. "As far as I know, no hero has ever beaten it."

 

"Perfect," I muttered.

 

The Titan's army was recovering from its shock. I guess they realized the pig