The sun rose bravely over a low mountain and cast it's first golden 
rays across a shadowed valley. There were a few sheep wandering 
aimlessly, long-since abandoned by their shepherd, and they seemed 
all-but startled by this daily phenomenon. They woke, and picked up 
exactly where they had left off the day before, eating whatever was 
edible and anything else around them. There were also a few relatively 
tall and bushy trees scattered through the valley, but other than that it 
appeared empty. One of the sheep looked crossly at another one that had 
begun eating some of the grass close to it. 
	"Good morning for it, eh?"
	The sheep now seemed startled and one of them even fell over, unconscious, 
at the sound of this unexpected and booming voice.
	"I said, GOOD MORNING FOR IT, EH?" the voice said, much louder this time. 
The sheep scattered in their own respective directions, leaving the poor and 
unconscious one behind. 
	"Damn animals," the voice mumbled as it's echo rang down the mountains. 
"I'm so lonely," it said. 
	The valley was now completely empty save the few trees. The sheep had 
retreated into the foothills where it seemed, but was probably less, safer. They 
were no longer within ear-shot of the voice and could go on grazing quite 
happily. Relieved, they did so, but were soon interrupted by a lone wolf who 
had been dozing in the foothills and was roused by the sound of the on-coming 
sheep. He crouched in a low shrub just three feet away from one of them, 
salivating a great deal and waiting for the right moment to pounce. The sheep 
seemed enormously happy at the amount of fresh grass it had just discovered and 
certainly didn't even notice the wolf. A few moments later the 
sheep was considerably less happy as it was then being consumed, 
quite rapidly, by the wolf. Needless to say, the other sheep had 
all run back down into the open valley, which, despite the recent 
presence of a booming voice, seemed much safer to them. The sheep 
that had fallen over unconscious was now awake and had resumed his grazing.
	"Hellooo?" the voice said, a little softer now. "What a waste of a 
perfectly good valley, and damnit, I'm lonely."
	And with that, a man and a woman appeared in the valley standing 
beneath one of the trees. They were completely naked and seemed 
to have been in the middle of a conversation with someone else 
when they suddenly were transported to this place. They both stopped 
mid-sentence and looked, with quite a bit of astonishment, at one 
another. The man turned a very interesting shade of red and then quickly 
used his hands to cover up his lower extremities. The woman just 
frowned and raised an eyebrow at him.
	"Hello!" the voice said. The man and woman looked startled and glanced 
in all directions in search of the source of the voice. 
	"Hello?" the woman said, annoyed. The man continued covering his genitals.
	"Hi! Oh it is so good to have company! What is your name?" the 
voice asked, quite happy now.
	"Helen. How about you?"
	"I have many names, which always confused me, but which one would 
you like to call me by? Choose 1 through 100."
	Helen, now rather confused herself, replied,
	"Uhh...how about number 98?"
	"Oh that's a good one! My 98th name is Dammit!" the voice boomed 
merrily. Now both the man and Helen looked confused. This time, the man spoke,
	"Dammit? Never heard anyone called Dammit before. What nationality 
d'ya come from?"
	There was a pause.
	"Nationality? I don't think I have one. Though, lots of people used to 
try and convince me that I had many different nationalities. Only, they 
all tried to tell me that I was only the one that they said, and no one else's."
	Helen now realized that she was chilly. It was a warm day but she was 
still naked and she began to shiver a little. The man continued to cover his genitals. 
	"OK, ya know what? Screw nationality," she glared at the man briefly 
and then went back to scanning the area. "Where are you anyway?"
	"Oh! That's right! I nearly forgot that I was invisible. That's why all 
those white fluffy animals run away every time I try to talk to them. 
Odd little creatures if you ask me," Dammit said very seriously. 
The man and Helen looked at each other with puzzlement. 
	"I can take any form you like," it continued. "Anything at all, just 
pick something."
	The man sat down Indian-style so he could free his hands and still 
conceal his lower bits. The woman nonchalantly leaned against the 
tree,  thought for a second and then suggested,
	"How about watermelon?"
	A large watermelon appeared at her feet. She jumped back, hitting 
the tree and getting quite scratched up (that's what happens when you're 
naked and hit a tree after all), and stared hard at the watermelon. 
After all, she had fully expected this all to be some sort of elaborate hoax. 
The voice was probably being broadcast through large speakers 
somewhere by someone with nothing better to do. She had forgotten 
the manner in which she had come to be standing, naked, in this very empty valley. 
	"Uhh...OK, how about you just appear as a human?" she said quietly to 
the watermelon called Dammit. 
	"Be more specific, there are so many kinds of you," the watermelon 
called Dammit replied.
	"All right, a woman then. Preferably not naked," she suggested with a 
grin. Then there was a woman, who was extraordinarily beautiful, 
standing where the watermelon had been.
	"Good?" Dammit asked. The man continued to sit and cover his manhood 
(which had started to itself be transformed, so to speak), and stared at this 
beautiful woman. Helen simply looked relieved that this woman was clothed.
	"I don't suppose you have any clothes for us?" she asked. Dammit giggled.
	"Of course, my fault. I seem to forget that you humans are so modest."
	Helen and the man were now clothed. He stood up, still an interesting 
shade of red, and stuck out his hand.
	"M'name's Steve, nice to meet both of you."
	Helen and Dammit shook his hand.
	"So, Dammit, why exactly did you bring us here, since I'm assuming 
you're responsible for this," Helen asked. Dammit sat down on a bench 
that had just appeared.
	"I'm bored and lonely. It's been a long time since I've had anyone or 
anything to talk to. Those white fluffy animals..." Steve cut her off.
	"Sheep."
	"Right," she continued. "Sheep. Anyway, those sheep aren't awfully 
sociable and this valley is pretty out of the way. I could always go somewhere 
else, but what's the point? No one ever talks to me anymore. I can still remember 
when I was so popular that I had at least one thousand people talking to me at one 
time," her eyes looked far away. "Those were the days."
	"Though I'm still not totally following you, what happened that you went 
from being so popular to being so lonely you talk to sheep?" Helen asked. 
Steve sat down on a folding chair that had appeared. Dammit suddenly 
looked less cheerful.
	"I'm not completely sure. People change and move on. I guess eventually 
they stopped needing me. All except a few people, but most of them are 
too ashamed to admit it. Nowadays it seems as though only a loony would 
need me. Loonies and sheep, that is," she chuckled.
	Steve scratched his forehead.
	"These must be the safest sheep in the world," Dammit finished. Helen 
noticed a beanbag chair had appeared at her feet. She shrugged her 
shoulders and sat down in it, letting the beans take on her shape.
	"I'm still confused. Who are you? I mean, if you were so popular "back 
in the day" wouldn't we have heard of you or something? And how do you 
keep sheep so safe?" Steve asked. One of the sheep wandered up behind 
him and bleated which caused him to jump slightly.
	"You have heard of me, I'm sure of it. I'm just not so comfortable with 
the idea of revealing my identity yet," Dammit looked down at her hands. 
"Can we move on? Tell me about yourselves."
	A breeze picked up, just slightly, and moved the leaves in the tree overhead. 
The sheep that had been behind Steve began grazing near his feet. He coughed.
	"I'm a Gynecologist," Steve said with no emotion. Helen looked at him 
crossly, believing that he was making it up. Dammit just looked fascinated.
	"Sure," Helen mumbled. "Doctor Steve."	
	"I'm not joking. I am a certified doctor and currently specialize in 
gynecology. Good work, good money. I have a wife and four kids as 
well and love them all to death," he continued. "Does that surprise you Helen?"
	Helen shifted in her beanbag.
	"I guess. I mean, the bit about being a gyno. I didn't think many 
men were allowed into that field these days," she admitted. Steve 
chuckled and answered,
	"Well, yeah, but I did so well in that area that they made an exception 
for me. Thus far I have received no complaints, not even from my wife."
	"And you, Helen?" Dammit asked, still enthralled by everything they 
were saying.
	"I'm a musician. Not awfully successful at the moment, but a musician nonetheless."
	"Sing us something," Steve teased. Helen shot him another look 
just as Dammit spoke.
	"A musician? How wonderful! You will most definitely have to show 
us your talents some time. But how about family?"
	Helen sat back in the chair and was silent for a moment.  Then she
 looked up and said,
	"Yes. My father, who lives very far away from me, a brother who 
also lives quite a ways away, and my sister. She's the one I'm closest to I think."
	"Does she live near to you?" Dammit inquired.
	"Yes, sorta. About an hour away. I talk to her on the phone a lot."
	"What about your mom?" Steve asked carelessly. Helen looked back 
down at her hands.
	"My mother died when I was fifteen," she said bluntly. Steve blushed.
	"I'm awfully sorry," he said. Dammit now looked sad.
	"That's terrible. I'm really sorry."
	"Thanks," Helen replied simply and looked over their heads at the 
mountains in the background. The morning mist had just lifted from the 
valley and birds were singing everywhere. The sheep had all wandered 
a little further away from the three of them and on to fresh grass. 
Steve's stomach growled and with that a picnic lunch appeared at their 
feet. Helen looked briefly shaken as if woken from a dream but Steve 
hopped down off his chair and began piling his plate high. Dammit looked 
pleased again. Helen shrugged and helped herself to some salad. Dammit, 
however, did not eat but instead sat contentedly and watched them 
satisfy their stomachs. 
	"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Helen asked before shoveling a bit 
of lettuce into her mouth.
	"No, of course not! Help yourselves, my treat," Dammit smiled. A cloud 
covered the sun above them. In the shadow Dammit's expression changed 
from happy to troubled. "I really am sorry about your mom."
	"It's not your fault," Helen said while absentmindedly playing with a 
carrot she had taken a bite of. "So, now that we've told you a bit about 
ourselves, how about you answer some questions for us?"
	Steve looked up from his chicken wing. She was changing the subject with 
some skill. Dammit looked happy again, but in a very shallow manner.
	"Oh well...I don't know-"
	"C'mon," Helen interrupted. "For instance, I'm kinda curious as to how 
exactly we, Steve and I that is, got here in the first place. I was having a 
conversation with a good friend of mine and the next thing I knew I was 
standing, naked, in this valley."
	Dammit looked ever so slightly at a loss. She pulled on her right ear nervously.
	"I, uh, brought you here."
	"How?" Helen asked.
	"Well, gee, I just thought about it and then you were here. It's really 
quite simple."
	Helen and Steve looked confused. A sheep had started eating the 
picnic lunch but no one really noticed. Dammit sensed their confusion 
and continued.
	"I was so lonely. Like I said, sheep don't make very good companions 
now do they? I just wanted someone to talk to. Is that so much to ask?" 
she was exasperated now. "Barely anyone ever talks to me anymore on 
their own accord so I'm forced to bring people to me. Oh sure, once in a while I 
get some person who talks to me, but  they're so rare these days. This valley is 
so BORING."
	Helen shifted in her seat.
	"Why don't you leave then? Where the hell are we anyway? 
There's bound to be a town or city nearby."
	"I can't leave," Dammit replied quietly. 
	"Why not?" Steve asked while swallowing the last bite of chicken. 
	"Where would I go? The fact that hardly anyone even believes I exist 
anymore doesn't exactly make it easy for me to exist. These sheep, 
these trees, this valley believes I exist because it has to. I'm here so 
obviously I exist, right? Sheep and trees can't question much further 
than that. They don't care who I am and therefor I can go on existing 
here. You put me out in the world where people start asking 
questions and I'm finished for sure. I'm not exactly capable of lying 
but they would think I was. They wouldn't believe me. They wouldn't 
believe in me. Therefor, I couldn't exist around them."	
	Helen now looked utterly perplexed. Steve, however, understood 
perfectly. So perfectly that Helen noticed his pure contentment and glared at him.
	"What the hell?" she demanded. Steve chuckled. Dammit blinked.
	"What's wrong?" Steve asked and poked Helen playfully.
	"Who IS she?" Helen was frustrated now and stood up quite abruptly.
	"Are you gonna tell me you don't already know?" he asked, amazed.
	Helen was now angry, but for no other reason than that Steve knew 
something she didn't. He was supposed to be the stupid male.
	"You don't know, do you? Oh good Pete-"
	"Who's Pete?" Dammit jumped to attention.
	"It's just an expression, settle down," he laughed and turned back to 
Helen who was now pacing frantically back and forth. "Helen, stop pacing 
and come here."
	She stopped and stared at him, then at Dammit, then back at him.
	"Come here!" he said happily. She stepped closer to him and Dammit, 
completely bewildered. "Now put out your hand." She did this too, not sure why.
	Dammit suddenly understood where Steve was going and smiled. She 
stuck her hand out and grasped Helen's in a firm and friendly handshake.
	"Helen," Steve continued. "I'd like for you to meet God."

	The cloud scudded across the sky and uncovered the sun, allowing it to 
cast its rays across the valley again. The sheep bleated at one another, 
irritated for no good reason. A dragonfly swooped down out of the sky and 
flew towards a tree with three people sitting underneath. It circled them 
and then landed on one of the peoples shoulders.
	"Oh goodness," Dammit said, surprised but pleased. She stared happily 
at the dragonfly that was resting on her left shoulder. Steve was eating an 
apple. Helen was sitting with her back against the tree. The look on her 
face was that of amazement and shock. Her soul, her very being, was in total uproar.
	"It's not that big a deal," Steve said with a mouthful of apple. 
	"Maybe not for you," Dammit hushed him. "But remember, most people 
don't believe in me. It's been this way for quite some time; they're 
brought up like that. I can only imagine the complete turmoil her mind 
must be in at this point. I am a big deal ya know."
	Helen sighed and murmured something under her breath...
	"Fuck me."