And this time it only took a year to find the moon. In a cave on the seashore, he found a strange thing. It was like a round, flat piece of glass. But it did not shine, no matter how he polished it. It was dull and lifeless without a bit of glimmer. He waited. Sure enough at nightfall it disappeared from its cave. And little by little, sliver by sliver, it began to shine as the days passed. Because the moon lives in phases. Where it is nothing then grows to fullness, then fades to nothing again.
So he took the moon and when his pocket grew heavy with the sun, he would release the moon to the night sky.
He now had the sun and the moon. What else could he steal?