First Human
After the Great Flood, world became lifeless. When Raven gazed up and down the beach, he became upset cause there was no one even to play the tricks upon. After searching for some time, Raven began to cry out loud to the empty sky. Before the echo of his cry faded away, he heard a muffled squeak. After searching, initially he found nothing, but later he noticed that the sound was coming from the half buried giant clamshell. When he peered down into the opening of the shell, he saw it was full of tiny creatures The Male Humans.
He started enjoying with them, he taught them some of the tricks too, but over the time, it became monotonous for him. He thought, that here was only males, no females, but as he knew that for every creatures there must be both men and women. There must be the females somewhere, thus he started searching the women. After a long search he spotted some giant Chitons clinging to the rocks, when he looked inside, he found the creatures similar to the creatures he found in clamshell, but are more like the Chiton, softer and rounder, in contrast to the hard shell and strong muscles of the clam, The Female Humans. He brought the men and women together. Over the time they began to produce children and the mankind began to grow.
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