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“What is it?”

She shook her head. “It was here when I wakened.” Her eyes became bright and immense as stars. “It’s our’s,” she whispered tenderly.

VIII

It was awkward to have something for which you could find no name, especially when it was something that you had begun to love already.

“We’ll have to ask someone,” the Man said. “If I knew where He was, I might ask—-“

The Woman’s face blanched. “Not God,” she begged. “Because of the fruit we ate, He might take it from us.”

Just then they were disturbed by a rustling of snow. Looking up, they saw the rabbit, watching them with timid eyes and recovering his breath after the long climb.

“What d’you want?” the Man asked sharply.

The rabbit flicked his white scut and sat up on his hind-legs, his whiskers quivering with excitement.

“I want to see it,” he panted. “The dog’s been boasting. I hurried because I wanted to be the first to see it. I’m so little; I couldn’t do it any harm.”

“Let him see it,” said the Woman. “He’s gentle. He might be able to tell us what to call it.”

So the Man told the rabbit that he could have just one peep. But when the rabbit tried to get his peep by standing against the Woman’s knees, he wasn’t tall enough, so the Man had to lift him till he lay all furry against the little creature that was in the Woman’s arms.

“I can’t suggest anything,” said the rabbit. “We ought to consult the other animals. They all want to be friends; they’re so curious. But there’s one thing I do know: we’re both small and my coat would just fit it.”

Before they could stop him, he had pulled off his coat and was tucking it snugly about the little stranger. He was right; it did fit exactly. So the first garment of the earth’s first baby was a rabbitskin, which accounts for the rhyme which mothers sing about “Gone to fetch a rabbitskin, to wrap the baby bunting in.”

When the rabbit had presented his gift, he hopped down from the Woman’s lap very much thinner.

“And now can I bring the other animals?” he asked.

The Man hesitated. He was remembering the last visits of the lion and the elephant and the rhinoceros. “They might find a name for it,” the rabbit pleaded.

Then the Man nodded and the rabbit scuttled off.

They hadn’t long to wait before they heard a deep breathing and grunting. Struggling up the frozen path to the cave came all the animals that God had created. They advanced in single file, the great and the small mixed up together; the giraffe followed by the hedgehog and the mastodon preceded by the frog. They came hand-in-hand, forming a chain to pull one another up, treading on each other’s heels, jostling and slipping back on one another. Those behind kept whispering to those in front to hurry; those in front were too winded to retort. Their ascent was made more difficult by their generosity, for all save one of them carried presents. The one who came empty-handed was the stork. He led the procession looking stately and pompous, as though he were taking the credit for having occasioned the disturbance. The Man learnt later that that was precisely what he was doing–taking all the credit. He had been telling the animals that it was he who had left the strange little creature at the Woman’s side the night before. Because of this he pretended that it wasn’t necessary for him to bring a present. There were many who believed him. There still are.

When they had all climbed safely to the top they gathered in a semi-circle about the Woman, having piled their gifts before her. In silence they waited; then she parted her hair and showed them the wonder that nestled in her arms.

The Man, standing at her side, addressed them. “Oh, brothers, I am wise, for I have walked with God; yet have I never seen anything like it. There was nothing like it in Eden. I have sent for you that I may ask you what to call it.”