Saturn spent his days sitting on the steps of Saturnius Mons in deep contemplation. The offerings of olives and grapes that year were less than normal. Only four hundred and twenty-two people showed up for the harvest ceremony. Even the steady and reliable old followers were drifting away. They didn't believe like they used to. Everyone was busy during the work week; they were having fun on the weekends. Honoring a centuries old deity was no longer on the agenda. It was time for the old man to retire, he told himself. In New Zealand, he could forget the old ways and enjoy a life with no more worries.

One by one, he called his granddaughters before him. "What are your goals in life?" he asked each of them as they stood on the step beneath the one he sat upon.

"I want to watch the sun rise in the east and set in the west, dear grandfather," Aurelia responded with a wistful look in her beautiful blue eyes. "I long to sing of the horizon and dance across the rainbow."

Calytrix took no time to consider her reply. "To swim the oceans and leap toward the sky with the dolphins. I want a tail like a fish and the feel of the salt sea spray while I sun myself on a rock."

Without a hint of shyness, Quintessa described her longing to dally with a man with the combined strength and masculinity of Hercules or Orion. She claimed she could tame him with a snap of her fingers or the blink of an eye.

"The Greatest Warrior who ever lived," Olivia announced, without hesitation. With a look of determination, the young lady crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared unfalteringly into the mighty God's eyes as she spoke. She knew no fear.

The old deity sat back in disappointment. Not one of them had the combined ability to take over his position as the keeper of time and the gatherer of harvests. It would be a disaster to single one out to put in charge of so much responsibility. New Zealand would have to remain a dream; never become a reality. Well, perhaps he could live without Pina Coladas and kiwi fruit. Sighing, he fell into a state of utter dismay.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to him. What if he left them all in charge? They were each charming young ladies who were strong in their own way. He could go his own way and the girls could take over his old job. Smiling to himself, Saturn brought out his maps again and, with his finger, traced a path to New Zealand. Finally, after many centuries, he was going to retire, kick back, relax and enjoy life.

Calling his granddaughters to him, he laid out his plan. They were ecstatic! Saturnius Mons was theirs to do with as they pleased. Nothing could have been better; all involved were happy in their own way.

A funny thing happened after Saturn departed for New Zealand. The granddaughters brought a new life to Saturnius Mons. Young people flocked from miles around to give abundant offerings of grapes and olives in the names of Aurelia, Calytrix, Quintessa and Olivia. A huge music festival was given in the grounds of the temple with all the major bands showing up to perform. Aurelia danced, Calytrix gave swimming and diving lessons, Quintessa had the attention of all the young men who arrived, and Olivia gave demonstrations in the Art of War.

In the meantime, Saturn happily lived out his days on the sands in New Zealand. A sunshade and a beach chair were his home away from home. Pina Coladas and kiwi fruit took the place of grapes and olives. And, in the end, everyone lived happily ever after.