“Time to go to bed, Lacy,” said her mother one night. “Mommy, how come you and I don’t see the full moon every night?” she asked. Her mother said, “You know, Lacy, the sun is very proud of himself. But when he sees the moon glowing softly at night, he gets jealous. Because poets love the moon. They do love the sun, but they love the moon more. So every night, the sun cuts the moon, little by little, until nothing is left of the moon. That is why some nights are dark. But the moon is a determined fellow. He is silent for a while but then he grows again, little by little, until he is as huge and round as it is tonight!” Lacy’s mother turned to look at her, but she was already in bed, fast asleep. “Good night,” she said and draped the sheets over her.
Lacy and the Moon
