A Creation Story (or The Origin of Chocolate)

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by D. L. Scott

It is little known that the geographic origin of the first woman was in a beautiful paradise filled with fragrant flowers. In the center of this paradise was a grove of lovely trees with golden leaves that bore an endless supply of chocolate berries.

The woman lived in a state of bliss, conversing for long hours with the gentle Tender of the Groves, sharing the abundance of the many gardens. But once a month, the moon turned its face from the earth and dark waters ran from deep mysterious places, and during these times she would go to the grove and eat her favorite fruit, and she would feel comforted.

One day she climbed to the top of one of the chocolate berry trees, and saw a vast land with a different type of being in it. Feelings stirred deep within her as she wandered to the edge of her garden to see what this could be.

The being was in many respects much like herself, but wafting through the air came a strange scent that created changes in her form and in her fluids.

When the new being saw her, he saw that her form was round and soft, whereas his was all angles and lines. Sweetness filled his nostrils and one of his limbs began to swell of its own accord. Whereas this limb had always connected him to the earth, pointing the way along his path, it now reversed direction and pointed upward to the great sun in the sky.

With such a great sign, he was stirred to come to the border hedges that separated them. Looking across the tangled wall, the woman and the man found a longing to touch and explore the softness and the swelling.

The woman had been had been told by the Tender of the Groves that if she left her garden, she could not return. Nevertheless, as her eyes swept over the new land, she saw it had everything she needed...except one thing...there were no chocolate berry trees anywhere.

The way into the garden was barred for the man with many beautiful red flowers that had long, sharp thorns. Prowling the borders of the garden were ferocious cats with fearful looking claws. When he made any attempt to cross the thorns, they snarled and laid their ears to their heads and pulled back, ready to pounce. And he saw that he could not live there with her, either.

So the woman pondered her dilemma. Sex? Or Chocolate?

Finally, out of his great desire and admiration for the woman, the man gallantly offered to risk life and limb to harvest the chocolate berry tree for her; if she would only come out and live in harmony with him in the new land.

Happily, she consented and stepped out of the garden for the first time in her life. They found the most wonderful experiences came when their bodies touched. For a long while the woman and the man were happy, exploring this new power and strength they had together. The woman took pleasure in the great new land and soon the man forgot his vow to harvest the berries for her.

When the silver moon rose in the sky, the woman found that she missed the bliss of her quiet garden, especially on the chilly nights once a month when the moon turned its face away from the land and dark waters ran over the earth.

One such night, she was sitting alone and tears ran down her face. The man could do nothing to console her, although he tried all the pleasures his world had to offer. His limb no longer pointed upward to the sun, but again pointed downward to the path. Following where it led him, he came to the great thorny barrier and suddenly remembered his vow.

Braving the thorns and the ferocious cats, he fought his way through the garden until at last he reached the chocolate berry trees. The cats, strangely, did not follow him into the mysterious grove. Gathering as many of the dark, sticky fruits as he could, he wrapped them carefully in a huge, heart-shaped leaf and set off again. As the ferocious beasts snarled and pounced at his heels, he thought he would barely make it out alive. As he approached the gate, a thorn caught him and stuck him fast. The cats hissed and spat at him, clawing his skin as he struggled to break free.

The Tender of the Groves took pity on him and helped him to tear himself loose, but as he did so, he broke one of the beautiful red flowers away from the thorns. He picked it up and brought it with him as a symbol of the struggle he had gone through for his love.

When he returned, the woman saw the chocolate berries and the rose and was filled again with all the joy and bliss of her paradise garden. They fell together, and the fierce joy of their passionate embrace filled the land with the desire to bloom...and all around them beauty arose.

Ever since that day, woman has always known that the key to her happiness is in the ancient memories of her first paradise garden. And the wise one who wishes to make her happy will go to whatever lengths necessary to bring her roses, and as many chocolates as can be carried, wrapped carefully, of course, in a golden heart.