He kept the sun for three days. For three days, there was no sunrise. On the morning of the forth day, he threw the jewel in to the sky as hard as he could. He felt a little sad to see it go. As it gave him light and it gave him warmth, a kind of light that enchanted and a warmth that made him content. But he could not keep it.
It rose higher into the sky and again there was sunrise.
But when the sunset that night, his pocket felt heavy. It had returned to him. He now truly had the sun.
But he was already not satisfied. If I have the sun, then I would like the moon too, he thought. As I am a thief without limits and there is nothing I cannot have. So he set off in search of the moon now. But every morning he woke early, to throw the sun into the sky so that the world could know the light and warmth he himself was so fond of.