Small Gods 'N Garbage

From Mount Olympus, the gods looked down on the Universe, or rather “Uni” - school and training ground for young godlings. They eyed with some interest the small drama that was currently unfolding in the Dead Zone… The Dead Zone Iambus - student god of he-wasn’t-quite-sure-what-yet, searched around frantically. This was definitely where he had left it. He stared at the square black hole his planet had left behind in space. Right! Enough of this silliness. They’d gone too far this time. ‘So where is it?’ he hissed, ‘Come on – own up. Who’s taken it?’ ‘Taken what?’ ‘You know what – Iambia!’ ‘Who?’ Titters and giggles rustled around the class. ‘IAMBIA – my planet!’ ‘You’ve lost your PLANET? Hey, everyone – he’s lost his PLANET!’ Barely suppressed laughter hissed through the Zone. ‘You gonna tell Teacher?’ There was explosion of sidesplitting hilarity. He couldn’t tell and he knew it. ‘Very funny, yes ha, ha, ha. Now tell me WHERE IS IT?’ ‘If you mean that flying carpet thing of yours, it got itself into a spin and went off that way’ offered a voice squeaking between the bass and soprano of puberty. More sniggers....... Two Iambia – the day before… Inno’s day wasn’t going to plan. He’d expected to be hanging out with his mates but his Mum was in a flap about this flipping Party. First it was groom the horse – he hadn’t minded that – but then it was clean the cart. ‘Why can’t we have the party here?’ He should have known better than to ask when she was in such a red-haired temper. Her startling violet eyes flashed as she replied ‘Because your Aunt Acrimony has a nice garden and plenty of room and we’ve only got a kitchen and a yard you can’t swing a cat in – that’s why!’ So he’d cleaned the cart. His Dad had escaped to the pub but there was no escape for him. His Mum was baking enough to feed the whole of Box and he was the one who had to take it to Aunt Accy’s...