A Long Time Ago.....

"What do you think that is?" he said, pointing down at the ground that seemed so very far away. She pulled her legs back tightly against the edge of the floor so that she could see beyond her perfect toes. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders she relaxed her calves and let them swing back and forth over the edge.

"How should I know, do you think I'm God?" They laughed at that. "Look," she said, pointing to their left. A soft white puff wafted towards them through the star studded sky. "Come on," she said with a little giggle. They grabbed hands and lept onto the gentle white air. Wading through the mists and changing depths of the cloud they reached the edge. They laid down on their stomachs and leaned over to watch the day's creation below.

"Look at that!" He said with awe in his voice as dirt was scooped up from the fresh ground and spit on. The wet mud rolled around in the Maker's hand, gently pressed and formed. "Whoa, that's insane." She laughed slightly at his amazement, but inside, she felt the same.

Slowly the clay took form. First a long rod. Then it had branches come out of it in five places. One branch was molded and bent to have movable joints, and then flattened at the end for a base. The one next to it went the same way. At almost the top of the shape, the next two branches got their own joints, but these were different. Five tiny twigs appeared in perfect shape,at the very ends, all of varying lengths.

The next branch was beyond far the greatest to watch. Her eyes danced in wonder as she watched. He gasped in awe. Carefully the branch was smoothed into a round sort of ball shape. Two small ovals in the middle with coverings. A pointed section that came off the ball between the two ovals. A curved opening just under the point, slightly redder than the rest of the ball. "What do you think those are?" She asked, pointing to something on the sides of the ball. One on each side, shaped almost like the wing of a butterfly. But it wasn't a wing.

"I think," he paused to think, "don't the really big fat gray things have those too? I think He called them," he scratched his head, "I think He called them ears. Yeah, ears, that's it. Those are ears."

"Ears? Gabriel, be serious."

"Sh! Watch!" They leaned forward in rapt attention. The 'ears' were covered now by a light layer of fur on top of the ball. The form was lifted up by a gentle hand. Up into the tree tops, where the arms had been reaching down from. A face appeared and leaned over the body. There was a wind, mighty and rushing so that it even blew their seat back from the ground, further than it already was.

"Whoa."

"Did He just---"

"Yeah, He just breathed into it. His own breath."

"Whoa."