When Adam stayed out very late for a few nights, Eve became upset. “You’re
running around with other women,” she told her mate.
“Eve, honey, you’re being unreasonable,” Adam responded. “You know you’re
the only woman on earth.”
The quarrel continued until Adam fell asleep, only to be awakened by a
strange pain in his side. It was his darling Eve poking him rather
vigorously about the torso.
“What are you doing?” Adam demanded.
“Counting your ribs,” said Eve.
Can weather be clement?