Occasionally they would look back longingly at a large verdant area in the middle of the desert from which they were apparently walking. The area was full of beautiful, exotic trees and plants of different kinds and a euphonious, cheerful chorus of birds could be heard for miles.
"This is horrible. I didn't realize how good we had it in there," the woman said. "Not a worry in the world and now we don't even know where our next meal is coming from."
"I don't know why you had to get the bright idea of fooling with that apple," the man complained. "I knew we'd done wrong but didn't imagine He would get that mad."
"Yeah, he always seemed so nice and kind and understanding. I figured he would have punished us by making us rake leaves or maybe dig out a new pond."
"Except that the place never needed anything done to it. It had everything necessary. It was literally perfect."
"Yeah, that's right. I wonder what that plant there would taste like," she pondered as she pointed to a short, lone weed that was turning dry.
"I don't know. We'd definitely have to make sure to take off all the thorns. I guess we'll have to take our chances eating a lot of these weeds and hope they don't make us sick."
The woman looked back wistfully once again at the beautiful oasis behind them, receding ever farther into the distance, and asked, "How long do you think he'll keep us out of there?"
"I don't know. He was pretty upset."
"Still, it wasn't like it was that bad a thing. We were never disrespectful to him. We always showed our gratitude for all he had done for us and we said we were sorry."
"Yeah, he can't stay mad that long. He'll probably come get us after a couple of months. We'll have suffered enough in that time."
"If we can survive that long," she exclaimed. "We don't have any idea what to do."
"I can't see him keeping us out more than six months. He can't be that mean."
"A year at the most."
