The night the moon fell from the sky was a sad night. Everyone searched and searched but the moon was nowhere to be found. A great melancholy covered the world that dark night. Lovers, wolves, astronomers and lunatics were all in a state of sorrow. Then, as I was leaving work, I saw it. It had fallen into a puddle of water. I pulled the moon out, dried it off and flung it as hard as I could back into the night sky. I'm no hero. Any of you would have done the same.