So the little turtles sat together under the sky
like the nails on the fingers of one hand,
the little finger, the ring finger, the middle finger and the index finger,
and they were looking out at the sea with the king of the turtles.
When the moon started to go down, the sea became as black as the night sky, then it grew grey and then pink,
and after a while followed the dawn.
On the horizon, there grew up a burning disc, and a golden path lead from it to the isle, and all the turtles knew,
that it was the shiny blazing sun.
Suddenly another little turtle came up from the sea.
She was as small as the nail on your thumb, and she was pretty and blue.
Good morning, my King, she said. Good morning, replied the king.
Which one you are?
I am your granddaughter. May I stay here with you?
Well, of course, said the king of the turtles.
But first you have to help me with a riddle: