“What’s the problem, Eve?” God asks her.
“Lord,” she says, “I know you’ve created me and have provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals, and that hilarious comedy snake, but I’m just not happy.”
“Why is that, Eve?” came the reply from above.
“Lord, I am lonely. And I’m sick to death of apples,” she says.
“Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a boy for you,” the good Lord tells her.
“What’s a ‘boy’, Lord?” she inquires.
“This boy will be a flawed creature, with aggressive tendencies, an enormous ego and an inability to empathize or listen to you properly. All in all, he’ll give you a hard time. But, he’ll be bigger and faster and more muscular than you. He’ll be really good at fighting and kicking a ball about and hunting fleet-footed ruminants, and when he gets older, he will tickle you to bits.”
“Sounds great,” says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, well. He’s better than a mad hornets nest. But, you can have him on one condition.”
“What’s that, Lord?” she asks.
“You’ll have to let him believe that I made him first.”