Albert's World - The Creation
When the sun came up again on the second day, no one could stop Albert’s excitement over God William’s project. He was eager to find out what would happen next. So eager in fact that he was floating around his father’s bed nonstop, like a bee buzzing around a flower.
His father was already awake but preferred to pretend he was sleeping. Sometimes he was wishing of the quiet times when Albert wasn’t around, but then again, he was so old, he had felt the need to pass his wisdom to someone so he had created a son. Now he had another being to teach things. But Albert wasn’t too keen to stay there learning. He wanted to find stuff for himself and the lack of company weighted heavily on him. So now, he was creating a whole world for his son.
Although a bit reluctantly, he got up from his bed. He turned and looked at Albert who had stopped his continuous circle around his father’s bed.
“At last!”, Albert exclaimed and his blue eyes were shinning.
“It’s still sunrise”, his father commented with a frustrated voice. “You shouldn’t rush these things”
“But I couldn’t sleep from happiness”, Albert replied.
God William turned his sleeves up. He understood that was useless trying to explain to his son of the complexities of a project like this.
“OK then, we will proceed as planned”, he said while keeping his eyes on the distance.
He extended his arms in front of him and clasped his hands together. Once he started pulling his hands apart from one another, everything around them started to change. The void from bright white started turning to light blue while big white fluffy things started to form. Clouds. White clouds everywhere, of every shape and size.
Albert left a shriek of happiness. Without waiting for his father to stop what he was doing, he started hopping around chasing them.
“Where does he find the energy?”, the old man thought to himself, looking kind of amused by his son’s reaction.
“Look, look father!”, he shouted from a corner a bit away from him. “I try to catch those clouds and I can’t, they are like smoke”
“Water”, God William corrected him. “It is water, Albert that makes the clouds”, he continued. “Look below you”
Albert stopped moving and did as so. Below him there were vast expanses of deep blue, oceans and seas, and lakes and rivers had appeared on earth.
“Ohhhh, how utterly beautiful!! I can’t believe you did all that so easily”, he said back to his father.
“It takes a very...very long time of practise”, he said.
As God William was getting back to sleep, Albert spent the entire day, chasing clouds or falling inside the waters below. Getting wet was a new experience he never imagined he would have. There and then, Albert became hooked on new experiences. He wanted to travel this world. Although it was still far from complete, he felt his elation grow. At last! Life was getting interesting!
Up on the clouds, on a big fluffy one, the Prince of the hill was practising bagpipe exercises. For him too, the changes had brought out his creative side. Now from the one monotonous tune he played over and over much to the dismay of the other two, he could thing of other songs too. Songs for water, sun, and clouds. Although he looked down to a hyperactive Albert who was diving in the water or rushing back up to hide amongst the clouds, and he felt anxious that this project may create more problems that was worth.
“Coo-koo!”, he heard Albert’s voice coming from a cloud just as he had these thoughts. He preferred not to talk back.
“Hey you, bagpipe freak, can you see me?”, Albert’s shouted followed by a hearty laugh.
“Hiding in a cloud and shouting at the same time, isn’t very clever you know!”, the boy answered back in the end.
Albert came out of the cloud and looked up towards the Prince’s direction. He floated towards him.
“Awww, you are a party pooper, do you know that?”, he said once he was at the same level as the boy sitting on his cloud.
“Life isn’t for playing around Albert! It’s for doing stuff. Help your father for instance”, he criticised him.
“Stuff, stuff, stuff!”, Albert commented with a frustrating voice. “You are square and clearly you have no idea of humour or fun”
“If you came here to sit on my cloud and insult me, I’ll let your father know and who knows...maybe this project will stop here”, the boy threatened him.
Albert stopped and his face got serious for a moment. Then his eyes brightened again but now he was looking mellower.
“Ok, ok, no fighting”, he said. “Play me a song”, he added while he stretched his body covered by his wet long tunic.
“You are wetting my kilt!”, the Prince complained but he didn’t wait for a response.
He shimmied a bit further away from Albert’s wet clothes.
“Are you sure you want to hear my new bagpipe song?”, he asked him to confirm this surprising wish of Albert.
“Of course I am”, Albert said while looking comfortable lying on the cloud.
“Ok...I’ll have to report to God William that his son must be overdosing from excitement”, he thought inside, put his lips on the bagpipe end, took a breath and while his cheeks looked like balloons, a slow piercing sound started to fill the air.
Days 4, 5 & 6
The last three days of God William’s project turned out to be the most magical in Woody’s opinion. The sky at night seized to be just a black void. The moon and the stars were gracing it. To mention that the Prince of the Hill went into overdrive with his bagpipes would not be an exaggeration because such a night view of the sky was not only breathtaking, it brought out also all kinds of romantic and contemplating feelings that fed his mind with new bagpipe tunes.
So although God William and Woody had to bear hearing dragging bagpipe sounds through the night, they too would stay still, sitting on the grass and gaze up above at the sprinkles of star lights and the glorious fat moon which seemed of smiling at them.
But wait! There was more life to come apart from the trees and the flowers and the grass. Animals came. The days and nights became alive with sounds. Birds were chirping and lions were roaring while monkeys would cause havoc with their shrieks, the moments they chased each other.
And Woody loved them all. He came to realise he adored animals. And animals adored him. Wherever he would go, he’d be followed by a number of them. There was one especially that had caught not only his attention but also became his favourite. A black and white skunk of all things alive was the one. Poopoo, as was his name, had fast become a fixture on Woody’s shoulder.
Not everyone was happy with Woody’s best buddy though. He stunk to high heavens this little thing. Amazing to think that such intense smell travelling for miles was coming from an animal which could sit at the palm of your hand. Although it was funny to the point of laughing to imagine that this was Woody’s calling card, it was also almost impossible to get close to him with Poopoo on his shoulders.
But even when God William and the Prince were complaining about this, Woody was oblivious. He adored his little Poopoo and those two were joined by the hip.
“Ohhhh my little Poopoo...”, Woody said with melancholy in his voice while he was lying under a tree munching at a banana, feeding the skunk with little banana bits too.
Poopoo stopped munching and looked at Woody just as he had started speaking. There was a question mark in its eyes like it had sensed that something was going through Woody’s mind.
“If only I had a partner to share all these, you know?”, Woody continued his monologue while stroking little Poopoo’s fur.
The small animal seemed to understand, as it left a little yelp and started licking Woody’s banana flavoured fingers.
“Yes, you do understand my darling Poopoo”, Woody said in response “You are my best friend, but I’d also want another person...all animals seem to be in pairs, but I’m alone...no female Woody around...”, he concluded expressing his inner thoughts and left a sigh.
His father also knew....even if he didn’t really know that Woody craved for a girl friend, he set out nevertheless to create a friend for him.
He scooped some red coloured soil, mixed it with water and made clay. And from that clay, God formed another man. Tall, lean with long hair, not very dissimilar from how his son was. Still in clay form, God William took a step back to inspect his work. A smile was drawn on his lips. He was happy. He moved closer again, cut a piece of clay from the man’s side and left it on the side as a spare. Maybe Albert would want more than one friend. Better be careful than sorry he thought. Finally he blew on the man’s face. The clay man started to come to life.
Green-blue eyes, the colour of the seas in the tropics, dark brown hair, strong straight nose and expressive lips.
“WOW!” God William thought to himself, “If I was a woman, I’d have problems taking my eyes of that man! Boy I’m good!”, his thought concluded and he wiped his hands on his tunic.
The man’s eyelashes fluttered and his body slowly shivered. He opened his eyes suddenly and once open, they looked at God William with suspicion.
“Who are you?!!”, the man said.
“You can call me Great Uncle William”, God William said with a soft voice, not to confuse that man more than he already was.
The guy started walking with hesitation, as if stretching his muscles from a very long sleep, while his eyes darted back and forth, examining the entire place. They seemed to be situated at a forest clearing.
“Where are we? Who am I?”, the guy stopped at his tracks and turned to look at God William, his stare demanding for answers.
“My my...he’s broody and demanding that one...I hope he won’t too be much to handle”, God thought to himself.
“My son...”, the old man started to say while choosing his words carefully, “I created you...you are in Paradise”
“Created me? Paradise?”, the young man asked in response and walked closer to God William.
“Sit down with me please”, he said and made a move first sitting down on the grass, patting a place next to him for the guy.
He in his turn did as he was asked and sat down next to the old man. And there, God William started to explain. The moment he finished, the young man seemed to have understood everything. He was created because Woody wanted a friend. He was to be his friend.
“And what my name should be?”, the guy asked.
“I don’t know...”, the old man said, “I had in my mind the name Adam but if you don’t like it...”, he continued but the young guy didn’t respond, it was clear he was thinking of this name, “Whatever tickles your fancy my boy, whatever the name, I think I’ve created a terrific man”
“That’s it!”, the young guy said just as God William finished talking.
“No offence Great Uncle William but I want to be called Terry!”, the guy said and gave him a wide smile. “After all I want my name to be a reminder of what you just said...”, Terry said with appreciation in his eyes, “You’ve done a terrific job for your son that is...you must love him very much”, he said and stopped to wait for a response.
God William liked what he was hearing. Indeed he loved his son.
“Well then my boy, Terry it is!”, he said in approval.
That moment, Woody stepped out of the woods with Poopoo on his shoulders. The smell hit them straight in the nose. Terry put his hand to his face as a reaction.
“Yeeew, what’s that smell?”, he whispered to God William.
He left a sigh and said “That’s Poopoo on my son’s shoulder, it’s a skunk and these animals smell bad as you have noticed”
Woody’s eyes fell straight on the beautiful man that was standing next to his father.
“Father?”, he asked immediately as soon as he came close.
“Son before I explain, please send Poopoo away, it distracts my thoughts”, God William said with a forced voice since he was holding his breath so not to inhale.
Woody although he didn’t like it, signalled to his skunk to go away. Once it was out of sight God William started to speak.
“This is Terry, Woody”, he said sounding proud for his creation, “He’s your friend!”
Terry’s smile was wide, showing all his brilliant teeth in the process. Albert stayed still. He wanted a girl, not a guy!
“Father, not to offend you, but I wanted a girl, not a guy for a friend!”, he said as he took his father aside so not for Terry to hear.
“My...I didn’t know that Woody!”, his father responded, now feeling disappointed of his son’s reaction.
He remembered of the piece of clay he had left on the side and his eyes brightened.
“Well, worry not my son, you can have two friends, Terry and I’ll create a woman also”
“Ooo, ooo!! Let me do it!! I want to create my girl friend!”, Woody said while almost jumping with joy.
God William gave it a thought for a few seconds, while he was half looking at Terry who was standing a little bit further away looking perplexed. Woody hadn’t even greeted him yet.
“Ok, ok...I’ll let you do it, as soon as you handshake with Terry”, he said.
Once the introductions were over and done with, God William explained to Terry that their group will grow once more. Someone else was to join them. Terry had shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t really care of their plan anyways. He was created there and then. It wasn’t as if he had a say in all of these. Instead his eyes since they had scanned this place quickly before, looked again at the thick forest in the distance. This Paradise seemed to be big for all of them. In the occasion that those two seemed weird or threatening, he would just run away and leave his life in peace.
Woody with help from his father created another clay human body. This time it was a young woman. The moment they finished, they looked content. On the short side, athletic body, long hair with thick curls everywhere, Albert couldn’t wait.
God William blew on her just as he did with Terry. The woman slowly came to life. Blond hair like his son’s and bright green eyes, the colour of the hills that Woody loved so much.
“Hi...”, the young woman said the moment she could speak.
Terry couldn’t take his eyes away from her. This girl was the most beautiful being he had seen. Not that he had seen that many in this half hour of life he had. Still, he felt mesmerised.
“My girl, you can call me Great Uncle William...”, God William said once again with a fatherly voice.
He turned and looked at his son who had forgotten his mouth was wide open.
“And this is my son Al...Woody”, he said turning to his son as he introduced him.
“Hi Woody”, the girl said and gave him a smile.
He was feeling heady from all this excitement he had forgotten how to speak. He only managed to say hi back. Can’t say that this wasn’t an awkward moment within this strange group that was hanging at the forest clearing but it was. God William was waiting for his son to overcome his excited embarrassment while Terry was trying to think how to get closer to the girl.
Suddenly Woody jumped in the air.
“Poopoo!”, he shouted like he had an epiphany of some shorts, “I’ve got to show you Poopoo”, he continued and his eyes looked everywhere in a haste hoping to catch a glimpse of his pet.
“Stay here...”, he said quickly, and run towards the forest to bring his most beloved friend.
It was already too much excitement to bear for God William.
“Well, I see you guys will get on brilliantly, so I’ll leave you to it”, he said and smiled. “If anyone need me, just shout Great Uncle William and I’ll show up as soon as...ok?”, he asked them.
Terry and the girl nodded while Woody was already running far in the distance.
“Wait”, Terry said, while he had a sudden thought, and before the old man left he asked, “What will her name be?”
God William stopped in his tracks and looked thoughtful. He gave one good look at the girl. She was a total sweetheart with such mellow and happy eyes...
“Why don’t we call her Candy?”, he suddenly said, “She has such a good soul...I was to call her Eve, but Candy suits her much better, don’t you think?”, he asked Terry in the end to get his approval at least since his son was chasing the skunk for His sake.
“I like it...”, Terry said while he looked already absentminded, his eyes firmly staring at her.
“Good, then I’m gone”, God William said and with that, he vanished into thin air.
Both Terry and Candy were left in awe. Hadn’t mentioned that they were both naked, with only some big green leaf covering their privates but yes, that’s how those first humans were in Albert’s world.
Terry thought this was his moment. Candy was made to become Woody’s friend, but hey, he wasn’t around. Too bad he went for the skunk. He couldn’t help himself so he approached her.
“Hi there”, he said with hesitation and pushed his hair back before breaking his most charming smile to her.
“I’m Terry”, he said and extended his hand just like he was taught to do with Albert.
“And apparently, I’m Candy”, the girl said and all the freckles in her face seemed to smile in tune with her lips and eyes”
Since Candy was made from the same clay that Terry was made, those two immediately felt the connection.
“Don’t know about that Woody guy, but I feel that me and this girl belong to each other...”, Terry thought to himself.
“Nice to meet you”, he said in response. “Do you want to have a look around Candy?”, he grabbed his chance. “This is Paradise we are in and apparently it is the bee’s knees, but I’m as new as you are here so I’d love some company...”, he added, “So what do you say?”
His eyes were as hopeful as hers were happy. She nodded yes, gave him his hand and off they went. She felt secure with him and as they started walking, Candy realised she liked more and more of where she was and with whom. Suddenly she remembered the funny Woody guy. Had he said he was going to find some Poopoo friend? A skunk? Ohhh well! She was sure that Woody would find them eventually once he had finished finding what he was looking for. In the meantime, she was content of checking out this Paradise place next to this guy Terry.