Chazos's Big Complaint

by HW

There was once a young adult named Chazos. She lived very long ago, even before we had beaches. She’s not an opinionated person either. She thought that somebody would shape the world for her. If she felt she needed something, she would complain for hours. If nobody does, she will go to the gods and goddess. “Why did somebody make a spider? They creep in the corner of the room!” 

Furthermore, most of the time, they would not come. The village would talk about how the gods would flip a coin to see if the gods should get rid of her or just complain. Sadly the currency never got on the side to get rid of her. She’s over-privileged. She could break the laws, but if we did, we would go to jail. Her family owns a small village of fishers. They lived right next to the lake. Who would have thought that’s part of her fate.

One day, down by the river, she find something to complain about to the gods. She practically fainted when she got the idea. “Why does the ocean just drop in? We have no decline. it’s just a big drop!” she said.  Everybody crossed their fingers, hoping a god would come down and turn her into a fish. 

“This has been the stupidest thing I have ever seen! Who decided for it to be like this? Who’s that stupid?” she shouted.

The whole village now is watching from afar at this point, hearing every word. 

“Stupid? She must know all about stupid!” a group of older men snickers.  

Her sadly sharp ears heard this and menacingly stepped towards them. “I did not ask for this name, idiot!” She hissed. They can practically hear the gods laughing. “Which idiotic God chose how the lakes work!” she hollered. At that moment, they knew the coin finally flipped onto the right side.

“I am the idiotic god that made it that way.” Poseidon came crashing over. 

“Then fix it,” she said.

“What should I do? Make you an incline?” he replied, annoyed.

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking," she said.

A crash of waves came through, tearing the mud away from the Earth. 

“Well, now my feet are muddy!” She stepped in.

“Well, what should I do about it?” he said.

“ I don’t know. Make a new material or something!” she said. 

Then, the waves came back for round two, sweeping up a new type of rock-like material. Chazos stepped on it. “This is better.” 

The children rushed there to feel the fabric. The smart kid of the village, Epistímonas, practically fainted. “This material used to be only found at the bottom of the ocean!” he said. 

“I could make a fortune by being the first to discover these rocks?” she said. 

Epistímonas just sighed in disappointment.

Poseidon  started to leave, but she hollered, “It sticks to my shoes!” 

The sea stopped for a moment. It soon raged in anger. “You are the most ungrateful person I have ever met,” Poseidon shouted and turned Chazos into a crab, shocking the crowd and their mouths fell open. They weren’t expecting this at all. They’ve been blown away.

 You can hear the whispers from those in the back of the crowd, “What’s going on?” 

You can see the shorter people trying to jump over the tall people, “Get out of my way! I want to see!” Chazos paced, thinking about what to do. 

“Now you will have to live your life by your complaints and by your fate.” Poseidon turned to leave and said, "What a waste of time" under his breath. 

As a result, Chazos stumbled by him and clawed at his feet. She snapped so hard she drew blood, causing him to kick her to the middle of the ocean. You can see villagers laugh and some mildly confused. They threw parties that night, making fish-based meals to celebrate her disappearance, and many people told their children what had happened.

When her father returned home, he was furious. Complaints ran in their blood. He complained to the gods. He complained about ___. He complained about ___. And, he, too, got turned into a crab and toss into the ocean. 

Chazos and her father eventually met, living their lives infinitely as crabs at the bottom of the sea. They hurried, for a long time, and might still be. They yet haven’t learned their lesson. 

Epistímonas became famous for being the first to see the rock-like material. He called it sand and made an impact all around the world.

In fact, the villagers told many generations of children this story, and how they shouldn’t complain and be grateful for what they have.