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  • “A Gallup poll in June found that 58 percent of Republicans believe God created humans in the present form just within the last 10,000 years”

    In the beginning, about 10,000 years ago,the goddess created a woman. She took a couple of X chromosomes and twisted them into a double helix, added them to an egg and out hatched a bewildered-looking creature with wild tangled hair and large but wary eyes.

    Hello, said the goddess, welcome to your world.

    The woman looked about and saw that there was a running stream, a garden to grow vegetables and fruit, trees for fruit and firewood and even a little tiny house in the edge of the forest. Down the hill she could see the endless blue sea.

    For me? she said in amazement.

    Yep, said the goddess. You’d better get cracking on that garden – it’ll be full of weeds if you don’t.

    The goddess wandered fragrantly off to perform some miracles and stuff and the woman got to work digging the garden. She was very happy. Robins, thrushes and woodpeckers sat in the branches of the trees and watched her. When she stopped digging, they came to eat the insects and worms she had turned over with the soil, and sang grateful hymns of praise. Butterflies flew about her head and occasionally perched on her nose. She could smell some divine smells – like the smell of the goddess – which turned out to be coming from the blossom on the fruit trees.

    This way a whole season passed and the woman’s garden flourished. It overflowed with pumpkins, beans, peas, carrots, bananas, artichokes, corn, raspberries and redcurrants. Then the weather began to be colder and the days got shorter. The woman took to spending more time in her hut, shivering in front of the woodburning stove.

    One day the goddess dropped round to see how she was getting on. Over a cup of sage tea the woman confessed that she was a little lonely.

    I thought the chickens were keeping you company? the goddess said.

    Oh the chickens are great, but I would like someone to talk to…

    I can make you another woman? the goddess suggested.

    Well, the woman said, I have this idea I would like someone like me only a bit different. Different ideas, you know? I think if I had to live with someone like me it might be a bit irritating. We’d just agree all the time.

    Your choice, said the goddess. I approve of free will. But I warn you – it’s unpredictable if you mess with the regular recipe.

    She got a couple of X chromosomes out of her pocket and broke the end off one of them. Then she popped them into an egg (which she luckily had in her other pocket) and shortly afterwards a man came out. He was quite hairy and glared around him crossly.

    What the hell – ? he began. Then he saw the goddess. Oh I’m sorry, he said.

    There’s a hell –, er, heck of a draught coming from under that door, he continued, as he looked critically about.

    He looked the woman up and down and for the first time in her life she felt a little self-conscious.

    Hello, she said.

    Hmm, he replied, distantly. He was inspecting the woodburner, which smoked slightly.

    That chimney needs attention, he said.

    Well, said the goddess, I’ll leave you two to get to know one another.

    She floated fragrantly away and the man watched her go.

    She’s very pretty, he observed.

    Yes, said the woman, isn’t she? And doesn’t she smell nice?

    She gave the man some of the butternut squash risotto she’d made for her dinner and he said it was ok but needed more salt, and wouldn’t it be better with some marjoram?

    The next day the woman went down to the stream to fetch water to make her morning tea and caught sight of herself reflected in the flat dark pool where the water was deep and still.
    She went sadly back to the hut.

    My legs are really fat, aren’t they? she said to the man.

    That’s ok, said the man. Don’t worry. If you just eat a bit less you’ll soon be thinner.

    That night the woman made herself a dress of banana leaves and feathers.

    And they lived ever after.
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