He then presented to the gates Sky. God, under the appearance of an old man with white beard, left to accomodate it. " Welcome " says him he. " You were a good man. Between now in the joys of the sky. " Whereas the old man was on the point of crossing the gates of the paradise, God says to him: " Please, you must let go your ground. "

" Never! " known as the old man, with a movement of retreat. " Never! " Then God left sadly leaving the old man outside the grid. A few centuries passed. God returned, this time in the shape of a friend, an old buddy. They took some glasses, told stories, then God known as: " Here, it is now time to re-enter to the sky my friend. Let us go there. " They moved again towards the gates of the paradise. Once again God asked the old man to release his ground, once again this last refused.

Other eternities ran out. God returned another time, this time in the shape of merry and delicious a small girl of the grandfather. " Oh! large-dad ", says it, " you are so marvellous and we are bored all you. It-you-likes itself enter with me. " The old man shook the head in a sign assent and it helped it to rise, because with time he had obviously become very old and arthritic. In fact, it was so arthritic that it had, with its left hand, to support its right hand which always held its ground of Peak. They moved towards the gates of the paradise when the forces of the old man gave up it completely. Its knotty fingers could not remain closed like a fist any more, then the ground filtered through its fingers until its hand is empty. It penetrated then in the Sky. The first thing which it saw was its beloved island.