The Sun Lowered His Fiery Orange Head So as Not to Boil the Sea Below

The sun looked at Moshup and shrugged. I am sorry to trap you like this, but twice now I have tried talking with you and twice you have not listened. All right, Moshup. I will listen. But I must bow my head so I do not boil the sea below. The sun lowered his fiery orange head. No. What is it? Moshup told Grandfather's son everything the people had told him. How worried they were about the days growing so short. And how restless the children were becoming without warmth on their faces and rays to light their way.