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The next day was a very long time coming, at least as we think of time, for the days of the Father and Mother are ever so much longer than ours. But the next long day of their time came at last, and all the little new one-celled creatures came to the top of the water to show themselves proudly.

Some had learned to make little hands of parts of their bodies to grasp food. But, having no mouths, they just wrapped their bodies around the bit of food and digested it. Others had been busy learning to be plants, and most of them had learned how to use sunshine and smoke from the air to make green stuff so anyone would know they were plants. The smoke was in the air and got mixed into the water, so making this green “chlorophyll” was really quite easy.

Father saw that there were too many plant cells and not enough animal ones. He looked up at the smoke in the air which had come from volcanoes before the earth had cooled, and said, “Mother, unless we can clear up the air and get rid of the smog and smoke, we’ll have the ocean filled with plant cells and there will hardly be room left for the little animals.”

Mothers said, “Couldn’t we put the air through my washing machine and wash it? Let’s go home and try.” So they went home and to the laundry room. Mother poured soap and bleach into her big machine and said to Father, “You pull in the air and stuff it into the machine. I’ll stand over here and try to keep it from tangling as it comes out of the wringer.”

Father went outside and told the clouds to go lie on the ground for a little while, then began pulling in the air. Before long he had it blowing in all by itself and making a fine wind. The wind liked the game and whistled at the top of its voice. Mother had heard another noise and had gone to look out of the window at the clean air which was shooting out of the whirling wringer.

“Come and look,” she said. “I’m afraid we’ve done something to the air.” She pointed to little whirlwinds which raced along the beach and picked up sand, and out over the ocean there were three big whirlwinds making tall spouts and sucking up the ocean water to make “water spouts.” “I think we could have done very well without those,” she said anxiously. “I’ll slow down the washer and we’ll take more time putting the air through.”

When all the washing was done, Mother sighed. “In spite of everything, we made several tornadoes and one cyclone. Now we will have to teach Adam and Eve, when we get them created, to get into caves when they see a tornado coming. ”

Going back again to the sea, they watched the little animals pull in their belts so tightly on their middles that they cut themselves in two. They were doing this to obey the command to grow and multiply. And to grow they gobbled up the little plant cells for food.

“Is that to be allowed?” asked Mother. “It doesn’t look very kind.”

“I did my level best,” said Father, “but it was the only way there was. So its a ‘Law’ and I’m afraid all animal life will be marked by some cruelty – even the lives of Adam and Eve and their children. They will have to live in animal bodies you know, and so be subject to the rules that have to be made for all animals, large and small. Everything will eat some living thing, be it plant or smaller creature, but at the first bite the self stuff in the one being eaten will leave and come back to be saved to enter new plants or creatures later on. And – this is very important – each time the self stuff goes through a life, it will pick up experience and be smarter. When we make Adam and Eve, the self stuff we will have to put into them will be so experienced that it will make them the most intelligent of all the animals.”

“I hope your plans do not call for men to be too cruel and savage,” said Mother hopefully.

“No, said Father. I have man planned to be as kind as I dare. But he will have to keep other animals from eating him, and have to do his share of cruel acts.” He reached down and stirred the sea water with his hand. “All that will come a bit later. Just now we must give the command to these little fellows to join up and form larger and larger plants and creatures – many different kinds.” So he spoke in a low voice and gave the commands and everything in the sea began following the plans and joining up to do as they were told.

With Father and Mother right there to supervise (which is to boss the job), and with Mother to hold the ends of the invisible shadowy threads running to each plant and creature so that she could supply enough direction through “instinct”, the sea soon became filled with worms and snails and little fish and eels, also little crabs and oysters and no end of interesting creatures. The plants had likewise grown, and one had made kelp, with little green bags filled with air to keep the tops of the plants floating on the top of the water.

They started back to their house, taking the path that came in from the back, and came upon a small lake of black water. “Did all that come from the washing of the air?” asked Mother.

“Must have,” answered Father. “The air was certainly dirty.” He looked up and sniffed. “Still has too much smoke in it. But pretty soon the plants will move from the sea to the land and begin to grow. They’ll take the carbon from the air and then the dead layers of plants will make oil so that Adam’s children can have gasoline for their automobiles and dirty up the air again by burning it. There will also be coal to burn and make smoke. I must find time to draw plans for some kind of smog control. The other day when I was checking my plans by looking far ahead through our time telescope, I focused on one century where the smog was so bad over the cities that it was making all of Adam’s children weep and wipe their eyes.”

At their house Mother set about getting lunch while Father got out his drawing board and tried to invent a way to prevent Smog. He covered many sheets of paper with drawings and wrote endless notes until his fountain pen ran dry. But by then it was time for lunch and after that to set the universe a good example by taking a little nap. When they woke up after exactly half an hour, Father laughed and said, “I had a funny dream. In it I saw our lake of black wash water from the clouds. It had been covered by ages of dust and had dried down to a bed of tar. There was a sign saying, ‘La Brea Tar Pits’ and a museum holding the bones of poor animals of the past who had gotten caught in the tar ages before.”

Mother said, “Let’s go back to the beach and see what the plants and creatures are doing by this time. So they went. And when they got there they found everything on a larger scale. The fish were much larger and there was a lobster with claws large enough to pinch almost anything. Mother let it pinch her finger (for nothing can hurt her or Father), and she said, “Aren’t they all cunning! But didn’t you plan any of them square or with flat sides? All these seem to be round like balls or round and a little flat. And all their legs are round, but pulled out to make little jointed pipes.”

“Round is the best way,” explained the Father. Only the worst builders make things square or with flat lines. Through the time telescope I looked on ahead a few ages to see how Adam’s children would do with their buildings, and I am sorry to say that from the pyramids of Egypt down to the skyscrapers of New York, the flat sides and squares and triangles were used. However, I did notice a few lovely round domes, mostly on temples. The most beautiful round homes that I saw were in the cold North. The Eskimos had no trees to cut down to use to hold up the roofs of their snow houses, so they learned to build them round and that is the strongest as well as the most beautiful way. You’ll love the Eskimos when we get them made. Their babies, when dressed in furs to play outside in cold weather are almost as round as their houses.”

Mother pointed to a small squid which had a round head and body all in one, and eight legs, none of them longer than the length of a hand. “Isn’t this a cunning one? And it certainly has stayed with round ways of building. It must be rather intelligent, too. Do you suppose it is going to be good for anything?”

Father leaned down and tickled the squid with a finger. “I remember the plan I drew for this one. And, as I recall, it had some special gift. Perhaps it will perform for us.” He tickled the little squid again, then waited.

Little Squid knew that something was expected of it, but couldn’t imagine what. It waved its legs and wiggled its mouth and eyes, but that did not seem enough. Then becoming much ashamed, it decided to hide, and squeezed in its sides and shot out a big spurt of black that made ink of the water all around it and hid it entirely.

“That was it,” laughed the Father. “He can make ink!” He reached down and found Little Squid and placed him over in clear water, after which he took his big fountain pen from his vest pocket and filled it with the fine black ink. “Well done, my boy,” he said, patting Little Squid who was so delighted at having been able to furnish ink for the Father that he could hardly keep from trying to color the whole ocean black. And so, to this day, the squids keep on showing us how to make ink. They keep Father’s fountain pen filled, and it is just possible that they furnish all the ink for our ball point pens.