On the third day I was dust, ordinary common dust like you see on a country road in a dry spell, nothing expected of me, me expecting nothing neither.

On the sixth day he comes along and blows. In my own image too, he says, like he was doing me a favor.

Sometimes I think if hed waited a million years by then Id been tired maybe being dust but after only two, three days, what can you expect? I wasnt used to being dust and he goes and makes me into Man.

He could see right away from the expression on my face I didnt like it so hes going to butter me up. He puts me in this garden only I dont butter.

He brings me all the animals I should give them names What do I know of names? Call it something, he says, anything you want, so I make names up lion, tiger, elephant, giraffe – crazy but thats what he wants.

Im naming animals since 5 AM, in the evening Im tired I go to bed early, in the morning I wake up, there she is sitting by a pool of water admiring herself.

Hello, Adam, she says, Im your mate, Im Eve.

Pleased to meet you, I tell her and we shake hands.

Actually Im not pleased – from time immemorial nothing, now rush, rush, rush; two days ago Im dust, yesterday all day Im naming animals, today I got a mate already.

Also I didnt like the way she looked at me or at herself in the water.

Well, you know what happened, I dont have to tell you, there were all those fruit trees she took a bite, I took a bite, the snake took a bite and quick like a flash – out of the garden.

Now Im not complaining; After all, its his garden, he dont want nobody eating his apples, thats his business.

What irritates me is the nerve of the guy.

I didnt ask him to make me even dust; he could have left me nothing like I was before and such a fuss for one lousy little apple not even ripe (there wasnt much time from Creation, it was still Spring), I didnt ask for Cain, for Abel, I didnt ask for nothing, but anything goes wrong, whos to blame?.. ..Sodom, Gomorrah, Babel, Ararat… me or my kids catch it, … fire, flood, pillar of salt. Be patient, Eve said, a little understanding. Look, he made it was his idea, it breaks down, so hell fix it.

But I told him one day. Youre in too much of a hurry. In six days you make everything there is, you expect it to run smoothly? Somethings always going to happen. If youd a thought first, conceived a plan, consulted a specialist, you wouldnt have so much trouble all the time.

But you cant tell him nothing. He knows it all.

Like I say, he means well but hes a meddler and hes careless. He could have made that woman so she wouldnt bite no apple.

All right, all right, so whats done is done, but all the same, he should have known better, or at least he could have blown on other dust.