“Oh man!” says Maui. “I think I got a big one here, guys! Paddle hard so I can reel it in!”

“That’s not a damn fish,” grumbles his first brother. “It’s not moving, and you used four miles of line.”

“You also,” says his second brother, “already used that trick twice,” and waves at the two new islands smoking nearby.

“I mean it this time! Biiig fish!” Maui smiles, and his smile is the moon. “Big fish! Fishy fish?”

His brothers sigh, and turn, and begin to paddle like whirlpools. Maui pulls the line taut. Together, they haul up the world.