The moon looks greenish to me tonight. I get my binoculars from the car trunk and gaze, stare at the green moon. There are wiggly things all over it that look like worms. ‘Professor, Professor Black, come quick. See the moon. It looks green. Now do you see the little black things? They are worms eating the stale cheese. Our moon is going to be devoured!’
‘What can we do?’ a miniature dwarf who is only ten inches high asks.
His brother who was only six inches high was stepped on by a Great Dane. ‘Can you find the little mark near the rock with the white circle? The little mark that is in the middle is the squashed six inch dwarf. His Big Brother visits him every day and leaves him a teeny, tiny cookie.’
His brother who was only six inches high was stepped on by a Great Dane. ‘Can you find the little mark near the rock with the white circle? The little mark that is in the middle is the squashed six inch dwarf. His Big Brother visits him every day and leaves him a teeny, tiny cookie.’
The moon is now a cusp, a yellowing cusp. Everyone applauds. The moon is saved. It’s going to grow again.
‘No, no, Mrs. Cow. Please don’t try to jump over our moon. It has been sick and needs time to get well. Stay still.’ A little dog wags its long, long tail and runs in circles. ‘I will find a fiddler and we can all dance, have a party.’ The fiddler plays. A string breaks. ‘Oh my, we can’t have our party,’ he cries. ‘Stop, stop that little pink cat. I can cut her open for a piece of gut to make a new string.’ The cat mews and runs to hide between the fiddler’s feet.
‘Mr. Dwarf, are you wondering what that bright thing is in the sky? It gets shiny, then fades. See? It’s doing it again. It keeps doing it, on, off, on, off.’ The fiddler dances to his own tune and tells all who are around him, ‘The thing in the sky is a star. It twinkles and twinkles and when it doesn’t, it sprinkles water on us and we all get wet.’
Henny screams. ‘Everybody hide, quick. Hide, hide. The sky is falling, it’s really falling. A piece of it fell on my tail. My sister is over there in that glass bottle. She’s being saved for the rainy day that is coming soon.’ ‘Are there any more pennies around here?’ the fiddler asks. ‘Just jump in the jar.’
They do. He puts a lid on the jar and walks away.
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