Yuck! There is a moldy fleece on the apples. Don’t touch my lips or my fingertips. Adam garbled his ad-lib as he tried to warn Eve. God said if we meddle with the middle tree, we might cuff our ability to live life free. Look, he left us a jingle to read. “All is good with us three: Adam, Eve, and Me.” The snide serpent slithered aside, with a determination to see for how long that would be true. “I won’t have to press the matter long before they perish,” he resolved.