As you know, the sun and the moon are two of the most powerful stars in our galaxy. But they both think that they are better than the other. This is what John used to think about just before falling asleep. In school all John learned was that the sun and the moon control our daily schedule. When the moon comes up you go to sleep, when the sun comes up you wake up. But John would not have any of that. In his world, the sun and the moon were little tiny marbles that he, the giant, kept in his pocket.
But the irony was that the sun and the moon really were arguing. They were arguing then and they always have been and John believed that they always would be. So, he kept them apart - one in his left pocket, the other in his right pocket.
However, the sun and the moon were only tiny marbles in imagination, but in real life they were enormous galactic elements. But one evening,when John was emptying his pockets, he could not find the moon marble!
He searched the entire house but could not find it anywhere. Worse - he found that he lost the sun marble too! It was already dark and cold outside, and light rain drizzling. There was no way he could go to the playground and find them tonight!
That night was a long and hard on. He woke five times and all in the same hour. "Will the sun rise tomorrow?", he wondered in panic. Because it was a cloudy night, the moon was not out, and John was sure that the end of the world has arrived and that tomorrow there will not be day light as always.
However the sun did rise this morning but it was raining - although - there were no clouds. "How strange" John thought. His Mom and Dad and big sister greeted him at the kitchen table, but he was too excited to eat his breakfast. That was strange because his mom and dad made cornmeal toast which he loved and would not ignore, but all he could think was that there was something going on in space.
On his way to school (today they took bus number 11, which is walking - he particularly detested bus 11) his mind was wondering off and he was not paying attention to his sister's nagging and his father's explanations about the second world war, which was a topic he was generally interested in, but not today.
At school even the distraction of the kids that often tried to bug him into vandalizing the teachers equipment could not bother him. When he was called on to answer a question (mind you he was not listening) he did not know the answer and the teacher lectured him. All the while it was pouring rain outside, but, the sun was shining and there were NO clouds anywhere!!!
However, it was clear that John was the only person to notice something was wrong. At lunch he could not eat. All he could do was to look outside. Susan Whitherspoon, the class beauty sat next to him at lunch and glanced at him curiously. Once again, even her lustrous golden locks and her sky-blue eyes could not distract him. Finally, she scribbled a note and shoved it in his lunchbox before leaving him alone.
Finally it was time to go home. The bad weather stopped halfway on his way home but the sun was still shining. "What does this mean?" he wondered as he pushed the gate to their house. His older sister Dedra was waiting for him at the front steps, her arms crossed and her face scowling because he was late. "John Dickson, it's already dinner time! What were you doing?!"
John liked Dedra, but today his mind was off and he answered rather rudely "It's none of your beeswax!" Dedra threw the book she was holding at him, and stomped into the house. Now an even heavier weight went onto poor John's heart. Everyone was already seated at the dinner table. Today his father excelled himself and prepared John absolutely most favorite food: Cornmeal pie. John only ate half of his slice of cornmeal pie, and completely ignored dessert - triple chocolate, supreme, rich ice cream.
Considering that he skipped both breakfast and lunch, this was becoming worrisome, because John was typically a very good eater and a big fan of cornmeal food, which his family went out of their way to make for him especially because they all detested it deeply.
That night it was hard to go to sleep. He thought he heard thunder but when he looked outside he only saw the starry night sky and the sun. Wait a minute. Sun?!
On his way to school (today they took bus number 11, which is walking - he particularly detested bus 11) his mind was wondering off and he was not paying attention to his sister's nagging and his father's explanations about the second world war, which was a topic he was generally interested in, but not today.
At school even the distraction of the kids that often tried to bug him into vandalizing the teachers equipment could not bother him. When he was called on to answer a question (mind you he was not listening) he did not know the answer and the teacher lectured him. All the while it was pouring rain outside, but, the sun was shining and there were NO clouds anywhere!!!
However, it was clear that John was the only person to notice something was wrong. At lunch he could not eat. All he could do was to look outside. Susan Whitherspoon, the class beauty sat next to him at lunch and glanced at him curiously. Once again, even her lustrous golden locks and her sky-blue eyes could not distract him. Finally, she scribbled a note and shoved it in his lunchbox before leaving him alone.
Finally it was time to go home. The bad weather stopped halfway on his way home but the sun was still shining. "What does this mean?" he wondered as he pushed the gate to their house. His older sister Dedra was waiting for him at the front steps, her arms crossed and her face scowling because he was late. "John Dickson, it's already dinner time! What were you doing?!"
John liked Dedra, but today his mind was off and he answered rather rudely "It's none of your beeswax!" Dedra threw the book she was holding at him, and stomped into the house. Now an even heavier weight went onto poor John's heart. Everyone was already seated at the dinner table. Today his father excelled himself and prepared John absolutely most favorite food: Cornmeal pie. John only ate half of his slice of cornmeal pie, and completely ignored dessert - triple chocolate, supreme, rich ice cream.
Considering that he skipped both breakfast and lunch, this was becoming worrisome, because John was typically a very good eater and a big fan of cornmeal food, which his family went out of their way to make for him especially because they all detested it deeply.
That night it was hard to go to sleep. He thought he heard thunder but when he looked outside he only saw the starry night sky and the sun. Wait a minute. Sun?!
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