
The Garden of Eden was, by all accounts, flawless. Sunlight filtered through emerald leaves, rivers ran crystal-clear, and every branch bowed with perfectly ripe fruit. But one golden afternoon, Eve wandered to a quiet grove, sat beneath a sprawling fig tree, and let out a long, deeply relatable sigh.
A warm, gentle presence settled beside her. “What troubles you, Eve?” God asked, voice like a soft breeze.
“It’s a beautiful garden,” she admitted, plucking at a blade of grass. “But I’m lonely. And frankly… I am so tired of apples.”
God chuckled, a sound like distant thunder wrapped in velvet. “Very well. I’ll create a companion for you. I’ll call him… a man.”
Eve tilted her head. “A man? What’s that?”
God leaned in, counting off on his fingers with a knowing smile. “He’s a creature with a few… quirks. He’ll have aggressive tendencies, an enormous ego, a stubborn habit of not listening, and an uncanny ability to get lost even on a perfectly straight path.”
Eve’s eyebrows rose slightly. “That doesn’t sound ideal.”
“But,” God continued, “he’s also big and strong. He’ll open stubborn jars without complaint, hunt when the pantry’s empty, fix what breaks, and…” God paused, a quiet twinkle in the divine eye, “…he’s quite fun in bed.”
Eve’s face instantly brightened. “Sounds great!”
“There’s just one thing,” God added, voice dropping to a gentle, diplomatic tone. “To keep the peace… he’s going to need to believe I made him first.”
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