The little god of a little world in a place very far (though perhaps not so very far) from here planted seeds.
There was no such thing as male or female in those days. The god would one day be perceived as female, but back then the god was simply Krabbit.
Krabbit was neither wise nor powerful. Nothing new ever is and everything—everything—was new.
When the seeds Krabbit planted began to sprout, Krabbit went to take a nap. It was a short nap so far as gods are concerned, but very long for us or for the creatures that sprung from Krabbit’s seeds.
They learned to feed themselves, play games, and plant more Seedlings—the name they gave themselves—until all of Krabbit’s first world was filled with Seedlings.
After a very long time for Seedlings, the new Seedlings had slightly different appearances and ideas about the way things should be done. Some said Seedlings should only be planted by certain kinds of Seedlings. Others felt it was very wrong to water at particular times of day.
There was talk amongst the Seedlings of war. Those who were most concerned in one side or another went to talk to Krabbit. They yelled very loudly until Krabbit woke up.
“Yes,” the young god said to the seedlings, “What seems to be the problem? Do you need a bigger world or more types of creatures? Is the sky too green?”
“Oh great Krabbit. Nothing you do could ever be less than perfect—”
Krabbit doubted this very much.
“—We have questions.”
“Oh? Feel free to ask. Did you want to know how this world is held in the sky?”
The Seedling’s eyes grew wide. “Krabbit holds it there!” they said with reverence.
Krabbit laughed kindly. “No. That would get boring rather quickly. The concept is easy, but I’ll let you figure it out for yourselves since you’re disinterested at the moment. What is your question?”
“Oh great Krabbit, we need to know who should be allowed to plant Seedlings and when they should be watered and many other important things.”
“I don’t understand,” Krabbit said. “You seem to be making Seedlings quite well and none of you look too dry. What do you need my help for?”
“We need to know who is doing things wrong so we know who to be angry at.”
The sky broke out in great orange clouds and curly lines of light skittered across the clouds. Krabbit had not yet learned patience, but soon calmed and the ominous clouds and lightning subsided.
“You should be angry only at the people who hurt you or hurt others,” Krabbit said.
“And no one else?” the Seedlings asked.
“No one else!” the god boomed.
The Seedlings were very embarrassed. “Ok,” they said. They backed up from Krabbit slowly.
“Anything else?” Krabbit asked.
“No, no. That’s good.”
Krabbit rolled over and took a somewhat longer nap.