This time I planned ahead; worked on this all week. BTW, my 300th post!
The Story of the Many Moons
Once, when it was very dark, the horned moon felt curious and went to speak to Mother Sky. “How many sisters do I have?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” Mother Sky answered. “Does it matter?”
“Maybe not,” the horned moon admitted, “but I still want to know.”
“I really can’t tell you. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do,” the horned moon concluded, and left Mother Sky’s side.
She didn’t know how to find out how many sisters she had, but she was determined that she would, no matter what.
“Do you know how many sisters we have?” she asked the first of her sisters she came across.
“I have no idea,” her sister, the waxy moon, replied. “What does it matter? There are always moons in the sky.”
The horned moon asked several of her other sisters the same question, but their answers were no different. The wide moon didn’t know, the new moon had no idea, and the silvery moon was clueless. Even the full moon herself was without a clue.
The horned moon decided she would have to set out on a journey to seek her answer. Surely down in the lands below someone would have counted the number of moons in the skies above their heads. Surely!