HELLP ASAP As many heads on the mighty Hydra,
As many horns on the swift Pegasus,
Add to these the ships launched for the faméd beauty,
the stolen face who sealed the fate of Troy.
And last, add the number of Muses:
Those inspirational nymphs who whisper in the ears of
artists and poets
Like a mother cooing at her babe as she falls asleep.

What is the number the girl is looking for?

(hint: “You look weary, travelers,
Do not look forlorn!
Perhaps upon the painted jar,
You counted ears instead of horns.”)

She took up a scalpel and slit the monkey's abdomen, making a slow and gentle cut, keeping the blade well away from her gloved fingers. the spleen was puffed up and tough, leathery, like a globe of smoked salami. she did not see any bloody lesions inside this monkey. she had expected that the monkey's interior would be a lake of blood, but no, this monkey looked all right, it had not bled into itself. if the animal had died of ebola, this was not a clear case. she opened up the intestine. there was no blood inside it. the gut looked okay. then she examined the stomach. there she found a ring of bleeding spots at the junction between the stomach and the small intestine. this could be a sign of ebola, but it was not a clear sign. it could also be a sign of simian fever, not ebola. therefore, she could not confirm the presence of ebola virus in this animal based on a visual inspection of the internal organs during necropsy.