a new creation myth

The Maori have a myth about the creation of New Zealand that involves
an ancestor catching a giant fish, which then turns into the North
Island (to paraphrase the whole thing and butcher their cultural heritage).
On Sunday, four of us took a trip a few hours east of Wellington,
along the North Island's southern coast. The drive took us from
Wellington, across a heavily-ferned mountain pass, through green
sheep farming country. Nearer the coast, the landscape turned brown
and dry, with long grasses. As we drove along the coast, at times the
road was boardered by white cliffs. Other times, by black rocks
poking through the ocean. And these are just a few of the different scenes you can find in this
country.
My roommate Steph said she had a theory about the landscape changes:
She said when God was creating the world, as he sculpted the land of
each country, there was a small bit left over. When he finished with
all the world's regions - desert, mountains, rainforest, grasslands,
beaches, the whole bit - he took all those small leftover parts,
wadded them together, and threw them away. The clump of extra parts
landed in the ocean and broke into two pieces - New Zealand.
As we drive around this country, it's easy to believe this is the case.

(NOTE: the first paragraph has been reworded so I am no longer implying that the fish butchered the Maori's cultural heritage)