I was becoming increasingly more frustrated. I had placed seeds in the ground and covered them with soil. However, when I went to the field the following day, I saw no signs of life. I couldn't understand what was wrong.

To clear my mind, I wandered down to the stream. There I saw a small fish that had been dropped on the bank by a bird. It flopped around helplessly, its mouth opening and closing.

I understood that it needed water. Fish can't swim on land. Ignoring the cold, slippery feel in my hand, I gently picked up the fish and placed it in the stream. At once, it was able to swim away, lively once more.

Maybe the seeds needed water too. Maybe that was why they couldn't become plants. Determined to try my new idea, I put my hands together and took a handful of water to the field, but by the time I arrived, there was only a drop left. The rest had steadily dripped through my hands.

There had to be some way to carry water, something shaped like my hands when I put them together. A hollow stump could probably hold water, but it was too big to carry. I considered each plant carefully, trying to find something.

At long last, I had the idea that anything that could hold juice could hold water. I would try a gourd. The juice was bitter, but if it drained, perhaps the gourd could hold water instead.

The following day, the gourd looked like it had dried out enough in the hot sun that all the juice had disappeared. Picking it up, I went to the stream to gather water. To my delight, I was able to pour a little over each of the buried seeds, although I was exhausted after several trips. There had to be a better way, but for now, it was better than nothing.

I had noticed that not all animals tried to bite us. The ones called sheep seemed docile enough. Maybe there was some purpose for keeping sheep near our hut.

My first thought was to build the sheep a hut of their own, but they didn't seem interested in the crude shelter I made. Chawwah remarked that perhaps the sheep still wanted to feel free to move around, but I should move pieces of wood around them so they wouldn't leave.

I used vines and branches to make a sort of circle around a large area. It didn't look as if it would last too long, but maybe it would be long enough for me to think of something else.

The sheep were easy enough to lure through the opening I had made. I just placed down a trail of food, and the sheep followed. I closed the entrance to the enclosure, rejoicing to see sheep so near our home.

"What do we do with them now?" Chawwah asked rhetorically. "I suppose we'll have to let them out every day to get food, but we'll also have to keep an eye on them so nothing bad happens."

The sheep kept me so busy that I almost forgot the field, but one day, I noticed tiny dots of green. Was this what baby plants looked like? I kept watering them each day, and soon I noticed tiny leaves beginning to form.

I got bored when I had to watch the sheep, but there was no help for it. They had learned to follow me, and I wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to them.

One of the sheep that had come into our care was fatter than the others. I wonder if maybe she just had an unnatural appetite, but she didn't seem to overindulge.

Now that I thought about it, Chawwah seemed to have a little bit of a bulge to her previously flat waist. Maybe it was just the fate of all females to gain weight more easily than males. Maybe it was part of God's plan, for some reason I could never begin to understand.

I wasn't too concerned about the fat sheep until I saw blood dripping from its body. The sheep made a horrid sound. She obviously felt great anguish, far worse than any I could ever imagine.

When I saw the extra hooves sticking out from under the sheep's tail, I had no idea what was happening. Had she eaten a smaller sheep? If so, why didn't it look like regular waste instead of keeping the look it had while alive?

Suddenly, a lamb appeared out of nowhere. It seemed that baby animals came from their mothers' bodies, and it was very painful. What I couldn't understand was how the lamb got in there. Remembering God's command to fill the world with inhabitants, I wondered if the pairing of a female with her male made a baby develop in the female's body.

I had paired with Chawwah several times. Did that mean there would be a baby human inside her body someday? Would she be in as much pain as the sheep? Were baby humans as gross as the baby lamb that had been flung to the ground in a mess hurled from the mother?

I loved sharing the world with Chawwah, but there were still more questions than answers. I missed the days when God would walk with us in the Garden of Eden, and I would have given anything for just one more day of blissful tranquility.