It’s morning in the Garden of Eden:
Adam: Hey Eve, I have a present for you. [He hands her a rose.]
Eve: What is it?
Adam: It’s a rose.
Eve: Ow! It hurt me!
Adam: Oh, watch out for the thorns.
Eve: [Throws the rose on the ground] I don’t want it.
Adam: [Picks up the rose.] But it smells sweet, and it’s lovely to look at.
Eve: I don’t care. It has thorns.
Adam: But it needs those thorns for protection. You just have to handle it carefully.
Eve: I don’t care. Get rid of it. I’m never-rose.
Adam: No, we’re keeping it. I can look past the thorns and enjoy the way it looks and smells. Speaking of smells, what’s that wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen?
Eve: Apple pie. Want some?