Under the shade of a stone shelter, a barefooted man in a cerulean turban met a shodden man in a linden tarboosh. Said he of the cerulean turban: In deference to my religion, kindly remove your shoes. Said he of the linden tarboosh: In deference to my tradition, please do not address me barefoot. He of the cerulean turban put on the shoes removed by him of the linden tarboosh. They then walked together down to the beach along a tree-lined boulevard. Said the one: My God pulled the sun out of the depths of the sea. Said the other: On the contrary—my God wrung the sun until water dripped out. They asked the sun to pronounce judgment, but it blushed shyly and silently retreated behind the waves.