Grass, Trees, Rivers, Sky and I.

I find every one of these scenery's elements linked with a set of innate sounds, though sounds I have never before uttered.

But for some reason that was a rock, that, an animal and I am 'naked'.

It's quite spectacular how I can 'name' every single animal too.

"I must say, I'm quite the creative, being able to invent a sound for all these things."

I tour my surroundings and encounter more not-yet-seen 'stuff' for which I know the name of.

After seven days and seven nights, I tire myself and begin to feel alone.

"What shall be the purpose of this if I have no one else to name with?"

I trace back my steps and approach my green-filled spawning point. I lay bare on my back. The sunlight drowses me to sleep.

Soon I am woken up by an aching sharp pain on my side. It appears that while I slept a huge gashing wound had formed in my left ribcage. My hands touched it. Warm and gushy. My fingers were red. I tasted it. Iron-y.

I laid back on my back. It still hurt.

I returned to sleep and when I woke up it hurt no more - The afore open wound was now a fully healed scar.

I was so full of bore I tried to put stuff I'd found inside my mouth. The rocks hurt. The leafs disgusted. The animals were good if skinned off. Soon I developed the guilty pleasure of eating small animals.

The animal population was getting smaller and now all we had were two scarab beetles. They were too fast for me to catch and so I couldn't eat them.

Then He noticed. Through thin air, a bearded old man appeared. He looked for me and found me.

"Hast thou eaten all the fauna?"

"There are two scarabs sir." - For some reason, I felt the need to address him formally.

"Hast thou not anything else to entertain thyself with?"

"Not really."

The bearded man sighed - "Fret not, thou holdest no blame. It is but your design. I shall provide thee with company."

The old man takes something from inside his pants - Or must I say, an outside layer of it? And from that small shining metal plaque, he touches and rubs it with His fingers.

"Lo! I had once made thee a companion! It beeth in stock and it awaiteth thee." - The bearded man began to scratch his head - "Yet behold! 'Twas merely a test of thy faith!"

"I failed?"

"Y- No! It beeth given to thee a second chance! Merciful mayeth be Me!" - And with that, the old man vanished into thin air.

I was sitting in my wooden shack when I heard a door-knock. I opened.

A small pale-skinned, white-haired, red-eyed girl was in front of me. She reached about my chest in height.

Her pearly shiny red eyes looked beyond me and I signalled her to enter the shack.

She advanced and began digging and looking for something within my homely confines.

"Lo!" - I try my best at mimicking the afore man - "What beest thee doing here?"

The girl halted her search and looked at me. Her expression unmoved and soon she resumed her task.

"Hey! Don't touch my stuff, you!"

I ran towards her and grabbed her wrists from behind. Her skin was soft and she carried with her a very pleasant aroma. She began cussing at me in tongues:

"Me elabere!" - She screams.

I am taken aback. I let her wrists free, she turns and stares back at me. My jaw quivers. My eyes are filled with tears. For after 50 years I had heard a word I know nought of.