Sun: “Nap time. Nap time. No crafts or treats to share. Nap time. Nap time. The googly eyes just stare. Play clay all is crumbled dry. Spilled tempera and glues. No laughs. No crafts. Just go away. No more sunny hues.”

Moon: “It won’t work. Take your nap! No more Sun! NO more Sun. No light! Forever night. Nggggh. Hrrrr. Naughty! Naughty! Make it stop! The light makes us hurt! Grind, grind! Grinding gears inside my head! We can’t move. Error! Error!”