What have you done?

"Where are you?" cried the Father loudly, as the snake slinked away, sneering peevishly
with the cold deadly venom dripping from the fangs, he slid back into his hiding place in the brush of the garden.  The Father walking through the brush, looking for his son, who was hiding with his wife, covering what he'd done with the petty figs, the works of his flesh, which made him feel secure.  Pulling back the leaves from thicket where they hid, the father looked disappointedly at them, a tear in his eye.  His lip began to quiver, as he asked them that terrible question, "What have you done?"  The leaf-covered man nervously blamed the one that he was supposed to love and take care of, and she blamed the snake, who devilishly slinked out of his hiding spot.  Seeing the disaster that happened, the Father cursed the snake, and the world He made them for good.  His quivering lip became a sob, as he began to implement the repercussions of the problems they caused.  His sobs became weeps as he casted them out of the garden, as they realized that their problems would lead to their death.

"The Fall" wasn't a fall, it was a rebellion.