Smart

"How was it?" the sun asked. "Any trouble?" "Stupid, boring, always," the moon replied, tired and irritable. "Well, let's see if we can turn that around!" the sun said, smiling and revving up its shine. "You go right ahead," the moon muttered. "I'll be back in a while to just hang here and stare down at the crazy." The sun grinned its Hollywood grin and shone, broiling with majesty and shooting off flares of gorgeous possibility. The night creatures ran, scurrying to safety just ahead of the crushing brightness, shielding their eyes and collapsing into the safety of shadowy hidey holes. "Smart," the moon whispered to them. "Rest now." And it sent them a little bit of sparkle on the sly.