Late one night, Sun and Moon decided to chase a shooting Star. They’d never seen Star up close, and tonight seemed like a good night for it.
“Once upon a time, in a faraway land across the big sea, there was a very old city,” the old man with the very thick glasses said in his very thick accent. “It bordered on some woods and there, in a little house close to them, many many...
Hello, good evening. I am the cat. I like to roam the night.
When the fledgling fell from its nest, by meager attempt,by pinwheel descent,and lay, unguarded,
Famously late, light reaches useons past its own extinction,
