The Sun and the Moon (A Short Story)

Because of the positive response from my previous short story, A Barnacle’s Tale, I thought I would share with you another one.

This wee story was originally a giveaway for when you signed up to my newsletter, on my old website.

Since that website fell flat on its face, about eighteen months ago, The Sun and the Moon has been sitting on my metaphysical book shelf, gathering metaphysical dust.

When I sit down to write a fable, it’s as if I’m giving my imagination permission to test its wings. The act of sitting down is like opening the cage door, and as soon as my fingers hit the keys it’s as if my imagination perches itself on the edge, looking out over the horizon, scanning the potential to soar.

There’s a sense of freedom and flexibility that comes with fables – not to mention the child-like innocence that seems so inherent in the style they’re written in.

And, plus, I’m a sucker for a story with a moral.

I’ll hand it over to you, now.


The Sun and the Moon 

There was a time when the Sun and the Moon were so close that they rose and set together.
The people who populated Young Earth looked up in delight at the amazing exhibition of two heavenly bodies, side by side.
What the people didn’t know was that their lives were on the verge of changing forever.
The Sun was always the optimist of the two, always looking on the bright side of every occasion. This irritated the Moon and naturally it began to fall into the shadows. Whatever the Moon could do the Sun could do it brighter.
Because of this, the Moon began to foster feelings of envy.
‘People adore you,’ the Moon complained.
‘They adore you, too,’ consoled the Sun.
‘I doubt it!’ said the Moon. ‘When you appear, they give thanks. They’re not bothered when I come along. In fact, the majority of them go to bed! Every time we rise and set together I see eyes of millions staring at you.’
This sad state of affairs continued for quite some time. Until, one day, the Moon saw the Sun yawning.
‘Are you tired, Sun?’ asked the Moon, rather taken aback.
‘I think so,’ said the Sun. ‘We might have to set earlier today.’
The Moon felt an idea stirring beneath its smooth, chalk-like surface, for its scars that we see today didn’t come until much later.
‘Why don’t you go and have some rest, over there in the West?’ said the moon.
‘Are you sure?’ yawned the Sun, stretching its rays of deep amber.
‘Of course, my friend. You shine so brightly all the time, I’m not surprised you’re exhausted.’
‘But what about our people?’ said the Sun.
The Moon smiled. ‘I’ll look after them, until you rise, and then I’ll take a rest.’
‘It sounds like a good idea,’ said the Sun, sleepily.
So the Sun plodded ever so slowly over to the West and laid its head down to rest. And the Moon shone proudly and watched over the people, as they slept.
On one clear night the Moon noticed a small child pointing in its direction. The Moon was over itself with delight.
It had been spotted!
It almost went and woke up the Sun with utter excitement. To the Moon’s amazement the child wasn’t finished, for then it yelled,
‘Mum! Dad! Come and look at the Moon! Look how big and bright it is!’
The Moon puffed itself up and lit up the night sky like never before. It was full of itself. This is where the term Full Moon originally comes from.
People couldn’t help but notice it.
Poems were written about it.
Songs were sung.
Paintings were painted.
The seas and lakes chose to reflect on it.
The tides began to listen to it.
Cows dreamt of leaping over it.
People would take late night walks and thank it for its guidance along their path.
‘I no longer envy the Sun,’ uttered the Moon, one night as it sat reflecting. ‘All this time I thought the Sun and I should share the same purpose, but I was wrong. I am happy for the Sun to shine so brightly during the day, because I’m able to shine so brightly at night.’
Not many people know this, but the Sun gets many nightmares. It ends up being all hot and bothered and comes out in a fever. So on clear nights, when the Moon is nowhere to be seen, please know it hasn’t grown impatient and left its post. It is quietly humming the Sun to sleep and will be back in no time at all.
The End.
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And be sure to check out my YouTube channel, Tales & Meditations for regular meditations and videos containing affirmations, all to help you feel better about you. 
Thanks for stopping by.

(Image from Flickr)


Published by Gavin Whyte

I am the author of the modern-day fables The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair, and Happiness & Honey, plus several other works of fiction.

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