Book2:KigdomIteDreams

tokeepmepany.Thatisnotfair!”Mr.Fingerraisedhisheadandptedtheeveningskies,coveredwithmulticoloredclouds.Hecriedtotheheavens,

    “God!Doyoureallyexist?Yousaid,‘Itisnotgoodthatthemanshouldbealone.Iwillmakeahelpmateforhim.’YoumadeEveforAdam,theaorofmankind.ButI,Mr.Finger,livealoneinsolitudeintheworld.Iwanttoaskyou,whereisthewomanforme?WhereismyEve?”Mr.Fingerhystericallykow-towedtowardstheskiesgandshouting,

    “Whereismywoman?WhereismyEve?OhGod,ifyoureallyexist,pleasegivemeawoman,myEve.Please.Ibegofyou.”

    Beforehisvoicediedaway,amiraclehappened,asifGodreallyansweredhisprayers.Notfaraway,astringofbell-likeughtertrilledintheair.Mr.Fingerraisedhisheadandsawatinynakedbeautyhalf-reingonatulipn