The Minotaur

Once my sister, Jamie, saw the move trailer, she wanted to see the movie. I did not. Well, maybe I did a little. It was about the Minotaur (a half-man, half-bull monster who breathes fire), and we were starting our unit on Greek mythology in class, so I guess I wanted to keep up my reputation as a teacher's pet and study in advance.
    
The movie was called Labyrinth. It was kind of a weird movie, about a guy named Theseus, who tried to kill the Minotaur but somehow failed. He managed to narrowly escape in the end so there could be a sequel. I didn't find it very interesting.
    
The next morning, the headline on the newspaper read, "Vancouver Vandalized!" There was a picture of a crushed car.
    
"Wow," said Jamie. "That's not too far from Seattle."
    
"Do you think the vandal will head here?" I asked.
    
"It looks like the vandal already has." Jamie flipped the page of the newspaper, and there was a photo of a crushed and burnt trash can. "He destroyed several items, such as trash cans and telephone poles in downtown Seattle."
    
As I looked at that photo of the mangled mess that was once a car, I suddenly remembered the large boulder in Labyrinth, crushed by the Minotaur. I thought, Is it just me, or does that huge dent on the side of the car resemble the dent on the side of the boulder from the movie? I thought that was a coincidence.
    
I didn't think that the loud roar that sounded identical to the one in the movie was a coincidence. I didn't think that Jamie's sudden scream was a coincidence. I didn't think that the Minotaur's hand that had just broken through the side of the house was a coincidence.
    
Jamie leaped out the window. Covered in dust, she ran for her life.
    
Five minutes later, I followed, leaving behind a dead Minotaur. I had remembered what could kill the Minotaur: its own horn, which I had severed from its head with my bread knife and buried deep within its chest.