"Come out here quick!" he yelled. The night was warm.
Reluctantly, the other came to look.
"Watch - I can move the stars!"
"Idiot," the other shook his head, "that's a plane."
Suddenly, he thought, the half moon really wasn't that at all. It was just the sky, sticking its toungue right out at him again, and the rest of the world just insisted on seeing the other half.