@Jules
Sometimes in the dark, I just get an idea 
Many aeons ago, a creature of the universe, was asked to bring in the wood from the shed to keep the hearth warm during the dark night.
Muttering under their breathe and shivering in the cold, they stumbled along the path till they reached the shed.
Fumbling with the latch, they pushed against the door, stuck as it had swelled in the wet.
Giving a massive shove with their shoulder, the door resisted until it bowed under pressure and popped open like a weed breaking through the dried mud.
The creature fell flat to the floor, crashing into the wood pile and other items stored there with a massive crash.
Laying there, panting and sore, the creature raised it’s head, their eyes struggling to see in the gloom.
“Where’s the light?” came a voice from the door.
The creature grunted as it raised itself upright, patting it’s pockets for the flint.
Finding it, they struck the flint and a spark caught the wick of the candle, bowing low, they turned to the voice,
“Let there be light”
The single flame flapped and twisted as it fought to catch, sending strange patterns of light and shadow across the insides of the dark shed.
The creature turned towards the wood pile, picking up the fallen logs, stacking them in order, pushing other fallen items aside with their foot.
Suddenly the voice spoke behind it’s back,
“Pass me the wood while you sort this mess out and you can sort through this junk and decide what you are going to do with it or just throw it out”
After a deep sigh was held within, the creature of the universe, grabbed some wood and passed it through the door frame.
The creature heard the other’s footsteps walk away and all that was left was a silence and a dancing flame who just bobbed the tip before returning to focus on their job of shining into the darkness.
They looked around the mess on the floor and the items stashed with loving care on the shelves, the random bits of worked timber, the shattered bits of white quartz from a river bed, the clay from the pond he had dug to provide water out of the wet season.
Picking up the white quartz, he went to throw it out of the door, when his foot slipped on a small branch they had missed, the pieces flew into the air, some embedded themselves into the roof of the shed, other whizzed around the air.
Cursing, they picked up the clay and angrily, tore into it, forming a ball and pounding it tightly, he went to fling it out of the doorway, when the reflected light of the quartz and the flame from the candle made it pause.
A smile spread across the face of the creature of the universe, quickly they tore a length of twine and pierced a hole through the clay ball. Threading the twine through it, they attached it to the span timber of the shed.
Singing gently, the creature forgot about the wood stacking, the tidying up, they sat on the stool at the bench, modelling strange wondrous creatures, landscapes of sea and land, slowly the bench surface became hidden as the collection grew.
A sliver of cold air blew through the open door, cursing the creature blew in to their hands to warm up the sudden chilled skin, not focused on the direction of the breath, before they shut the door.
A shout rent the night air,
“You finished out there your supper is getting cold?”
The creature felt it’s stomach rumble, the hunger pains of the last few hours became a pulsating basic need. They reached out and put a glass cover over the candle, knowing it were burn out soon enough, pulled the door open and stomped off up the path to their supper.
Meanwhile on the bench, the breath of the creature was having a strange effect on the ball of clay and all the models…
The moral of this tale,
Never send a model railway enthusiast out to the man shed for wood on a dark winters night and expect them to do the job they were asked to do as magical things can happen in the imagination of a creature of the universe.
