Older Women
As you pass over a grove of trees, you see a small clearing with a person sitting down inside, probably camping or resting. This seems like a good opportunity for a second riddle, so you do your best to fly down and settle in front of the subject as dramatically as before. It doesn’t work quite as well this time, however, as your weight has been significantly reduced.
An older woman sits in front of you, looking to be in the middle of her lunch. You begin the same speech you gave to the traveler…only to be interrupted. “My god! What an awful creature! Can’t you put some clothes on or something?”
You look down, blushing at the sight of your boobs perking out over the grass. Stammering a bit, you try to explain that you are simply a mythical creature.
“So brazen! And unremorseful, too! It’s your example that’s causing pure young ladies everywhere to be tempted into carnal lifestyles!”
You’re beginning to regret picking this clearing. But somehow, you know that once the conversation has been started, the riddle must be asked. Trying to squeeze yourself in between the old lady’s angry ranting, you quickly explain the nature of your presence and let the riddle tumble out: “I am the creator of worlds, the ruler of dynasties, and the master of slaves. I am a man, yet I am not a man. What am I?”
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 23 June 2018
