I don't care, I need to get started on another statue.
I wish the statue would come to life, because I love her.
Aphordite, I wish for the gift of life for my statue.
Pygmalion was a sculptor and he paid no attention to any of his work after it was done. But, while he was sculpting he was very intrigued, he would work from morning until night till it was finished.
Pygmalion thought others were loud and trivial and hideous, but he envision beauty. While others would stand and stare at the statues he did not care, and thought they were nothing.
I'm done praying.
As the statue began to unfold it came to life in his very dreams, and they turned into daydreams. Until he could barely get anything done.
He was in love with the statue he went to the festival of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. His whole life was lived in worship to the goddess, He sat a worshiped the goddess.
I must get back to my statue! I hope nothing has happened!
The fire that burned leapt suddenly in flame and he thought, “I must get back to my statue!” He did not know what to expect there.
Galatea, the name of the statue, was as he left her. Then as he was staring at it, it suddenly came to life! Pygmalion kissed her red lips, and the next day the two lovers went to pray at Aphrodite’s shrine, thanking her for the gift of life.