What did it look like? Long, curved, short?CylleneShort, like a pitcher, and covered with a colorful hide.ChorusWas it like a cat, or rather a leopard?CylleneIn between, really: it’s round with short legs.ChorusCloser to a ferret, then, or a crab?CylleneNo, that’s not it; try something else.ChorusIs it like one of the horned beetles that live on Aetna?CylleneNow you’re getting closer to the beastChorusAnd which part makes the sound, the inside or the outside?Cyllenefirst cousin to a potsherd.ChorusWhat name do you call it? Tell me, if you know any more.CylleneThe boy calls the animal a tortoise and the instrument a lyre.ChoruspropertySeveral fragmentary lines follow, and a couple of lines are lost.Cylleneand this is his only consolation or cure for sorrow. He enjoys idly singing along; he coaxes Aeolian tunes from the lyre. Thus the boy made himself a voice from a dead animal. ChorusSinging; this strophe has an antistrophe at 371.A loud voice extends over the place, flitting around like a bee over the flowers. As for the other matter, I am getting closer. Know this, goddess: whoever contrived this is none other than the thief. But don’t be angry or upset that I say this. CylleneWhat delusion has come over you? Who are you blaming as a thief?ChorusNot you, by Zeus; I don’t want to upset you, my lady.CylleneSurely you’re not calling the son of Zeus a thief?Chorusthis very theft.