Now it was time for the Moon to take over. After all, it was her birthday as well, and so she was to perform as Full Moon -something she had been looking forward to for a full twenty-eight long days. The clouds untangled their silvery fingers and retreated respectfully.

At long last, the Moon could pour out all that cool and smooth silver light she had been so eager to give away, and a coat of tinsel settled on the land.

But the Sun rolled and tossed about in the river, turning round and round - and she had such a good, deep, thorough bath that all the water turned to liquid gold.

The splendid glow spread and travelled out further and further into the deep night, mingling with the silver light of the Moon.

In the end, all the gold flowed out into the sea, which became placid and plated with a fine foam of gold. Under this soft down of golden waves and ripples' the Sun slept a good night's sleep until it was time to wake up again from his slumber, gather all the gold together - and, perhaps, rise again.