One night they were walking through the forest, looking for a suitably soft
patch of moss or pile of leaves, when they came upon a beach. They had only
been created recently, and really didn't know very much - they were later to
come up with fire, and the wheel, and agriculture, but so far had only
discovered one useful thing - and so couldn't swim, but they soon noticed
that there was something irresistibly romantic about a beach in the moonlight,
and that sand was as good as moss any day. They began to make a lot of noise,
and because of the clarity of the air the moon eventually noticed them.
Now the moon had been created very recently too, but was already desperately
lonely. Seeing the lovers together paying no attention to her and her silvery
light, which she considered her best feature, she became enraged. She exerted
all her power and drew the water of the sea - which until then had rested
quietly in place, once in a while playing with a wave or two - up onto the
beach to drown the couple. In those days no one had yet thrown a beer can
into the sea, and it had no intention of killing anybody, but the pull of the
moon was too strong. Still, as the water rose closer to the first man and
woman, the waves broke against the sand and hissed a warning. The pair
noticed this, and although they had not yet invented fear, decided to go
find some leaves after all.
The jealous moon has never been the same, but men and women haven't learned
much since (except how to make fire), and still find something irresistibly
romantic in beaches and moonlight.