And it was the sun, behind a thick bank of clouds, the rays shining through a break like the sweeping rise of an angel amid despair. "Yes."
"Mmmm..." said the little boy, "Sunset." He looked around, "It's getting dark. I don't want it to get dark."
"Well, the sun's setting, going to sleep on the other side of the world for the night, it's going to get dark."
"Well, I don't want it to."
"I don't think you can stop it."
"Yeah, I can." Then Jet shouts, "Sun! Go up! Get up! It's Sunday!" He looks around, "See! The sun's going up!"
"I guess, on an instant's assessment, it's hard to see if it's going up or down, isn't it?"
"It's going up."
Five minutes later he said, "Sun looks like a hot dog and a stick!"
"A hot dog and a stick. Supposed to be funny!!" he laughed.
"You like being funny?"
"Yeah! I like being funny."
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