Adam stared off into the distance. “Eve, I think a goat is following us.”
Eve stops picking berries and looks off where Adam is looking. “Who? Mister Munchies?”
“Yes? He was cute.” Eve shrugged and went back to picking berries. “He likes apples.”
“Don’t feed the goats, Eve. We can’t take care of them and ourselves.”
“Imma going feed the goats, Adam.” She popped a berry in her mouth. “Then, imma going milk ‘em.”
Adam wrinkled his nose and grimaced in horror. “Don’t milk the male goats, Eve!”
The goat followed them back to their hut. Adam spent weeks ignoring the goat while Eve fed it, petted it, and told the stupid goat he was the handsomest boy in the whole world.
He wasn’t jealous. Not at all. Not of that stupid goat and how stupid Eve stupid liked the stupid thing.
EVE WAS HIS WIFE! The goat could get his own fucking wife. Feeding that stupid goat the good apples.
“Fucking goat.” He muttered under his breath as he watched Eve walk towards him after leaving the goat.
“Adam?” She fidgeted nervously.
He raised an eyebrow and asked what the matter was.
She looked back over at the goat lying in the shade of a tree. “I’ve been talking to Mister Munchies, and he was wondering if you’d like to mate.”
“What? No. I’m not mating with a… talking goat. God damn him. How long as Mister Munchies been able to talk?” Adam sighed and rubbed his temples.
He took her by the shoulders and spoke as seriously as he could. “Eve, that’s Lucifer.”
She looked at him, then the goat. She scrunched up her face in thought. “No? Lucifer was a snake. He’s a goat.”
“He can change his shape, Eve!”
Again she looked long and hard at the goat. “Hmm. I’m not sure.”
“Hmm.” She pulled away from him. “I’m going to ask Mister Munchies if he’s Lucifer.”
He just sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. “Yeah, you go do that.”
Adam watched her walk back to the goat, then down at the river where a giant wheel was spinning and grinding down flour. “She built that, but isn’t smart enough to figure out goats don’t talk.” He sighed heavily and continued to mutter to himself. “Guess it was the fruit of knowledge, not the fruit of common sense.”