[1] Very, very long ago there was a man who went into the forest one Sunday to cut wood. Having chopped a large quantity of brushwood, he tied it together, thrust a stick through the bundle, threw it over his shoulder, and was on his way home, when there met him on the road a comely man, dressed in his Sunday clothes, who was going to church. He stopped, and, accosting the wood-cutter, said: “Dost thou not know that on earth this is Sunday, the day on which God rested from his works, after he had created the world, with all the beasts of the field, and also man? Dost thou not know what is written in the fourth commandment, ‘Thou shalt keep holy the Sabbath-day?’” The questioner was our Lord himself. The wood-cutter was hardened, and answered: “Whether it is Sunday on earth or Monday (Moonday) in heaven, what does it concern me or thee?”

“For this thou shalt for ever bear thy bundle of wood,” said the Lord; “and because the Sunday on earth is profaned by thee, thou shalt have an everlasting Monday, and stand in the moon, a warning to all such as break the Sunday by work.”

From that time the man stands in the moon, with his faggot of brushwood, and will stand there to all eternity.