God.

An existence that can create worlds. An existence that can create people.

An extraordinary person. An existence that can do and be anything.

A more extraordinary existence than anything or anyone.

Because there's nobody in this place yet.

Yet.....

Adam found himself in a type of garden. Hello there Adam.. My name is God.. He flinched. "G-god?" Oh, but you are just a young boy Adam. 11 1/2 years old? Am I right? Adam clenched his fist. "I.. I think so.. how do you know all this mister?" Haha! Great! You can talk! Flowers blew in the sudden breeze. "What was that?" Wind. Wind and flowers and flower petals. That red thing in front of you? That's a Rose.
"Rose..." Adam went up to it and plucked it. Oh no! You just killed life! He stood up. "What's so bad about killing life?" In his hands, the rose wilted and crumbled up. Haha.. let me teach you Adam. Of what is so good and so bad about life, and what's so bad about killing it.

Over the few days of learning of life. And flowers, and what he is. Adam started to become lonely. For God would only be with him for a while until he has to go and observe other worlds. "Mister God?" Adam sat in the fresh green grass. Yes Adam? Adam plucked another flower from the grass, even though he was told not to. "I'm getting lonely sir.." the flower lay crumpled in his small little palms. Lonely huh? A Gust of wind blew the wilted flower away. Okay. Just wait and see. That night Adam slept soundly.

But when he awoke, he found a weird furry thing in front of him. "What is this God?!" What is it? Well.. it's a dog. Experiment #205 I made more than I needed. "Dog? What a funny word sir." Adam smiled ear to ear and ran off with the animal. "See you later God!" The wind blew again, but this time no flowers were exterminated.

Adam scratched the dog and fed him food he found on the ground. "This is called corn." The animal feasted right from his hands. And with a few licks, the yellow substance was gone. "Arff!" Adam flinched slightly. "You can talk?!" No no Adam boy.. the dog cannot talk, but can make measly noises. Don't get too scared. Adam stared at the dog. "Rarf!" It sounded like a mouse being strangled, he thought.

God had taught Adam of animals before, but not dogs. Not because God did not know, but because God didn't feel obliged to. Mice were not Adams favorite. They were his worst.  The little squeaks they made, the urge for them to steal food. That made him angered by them. Adam once said: "If they want food so badly then why don't they earn it!" But God responded: My dear Adam, you know that you take food from my garden that you're living in right?

From that day Adam made sure to not call out things when he does the same.

Adam ran with the dog until they both came back, for food, and for life.