Here, from Bedside Nonsense (see the last post), is the beginning of a story about Deucalion, the Greek equivalent of the Jewish Noah. He had to contend with all those hybrids, and it wasn’t easy.

DEUCALION’S ARK

Deucalion had different problems than Noah’s, since he had to stock his ark in the Greek mythopoetic part of the plexiverse. Noah was in the Hebraic one, based on Berashith, or vice versa, which says that like produces like, so he could just take two of every animal, except of course for the aquatic ones, which were better off where they were. But the Greek system was full of hybrids, all those harpies, satyrs, and griffins, all made by different species mating, and all sterile besides, because even though chromosomes were different enough to allow hybrids from such distantly related species in that string of the quasiverse, they weren’t different enough to make them fertile, although that did happen sometimes, just as we sometimes get fertile mules in our particular cosmopoesis, no one knows why. So Deucalion couldn’t just round up two centaurs, because if you wanted centaurs, and many people did, as did the centaurs themselves, who were very social, you needed a horse and a human. But you couldn’t use a woman and a stallion, since the fetus would be too big for the poor lady’s uterus, so you’d have to get a man and a mare. There too, you couldn’t take any man and any mare, because most men can’t just fuck a horse, even if they agreed to it when they knew the alternative was dying in the deluge that Zeus poured onto humanity because he was so angry about that one human sacrifice, which seems unfair, but Zeus was harsh back then…