Just a few clouds stretched across the sky. Travelling past them, the Sun gave them a roly-poly nod, and rolled down closer to the dome-shaped roof where he would dip down into his palace of darkness to spend the night, as he always does.

That day, however, had been such a lovely day, with the Sun balancing through such a long bright sky-day, that it felt like a real Sun-Day, a holiday, all festive and fair. Even the clouds were still so excited that they did not want to go to bed. They so much liked playing with the Sun - hide-and-seek, now-you-see-me-now-you-don't and lots of other good games - that they spoke to each other with their long feathery fingers, pink and lilac.

And that evening they decided to play a little trick on the Sun - a nice, harmless little trick the Sun surely would not mind. They decided to wait for him to touch down on the spot where he would start dipping-down behind the mountain into his night palace, and just at that point they would, ever so gingerly, lift the Sun-ball out of his course - ever so carefully and without any noise, of course! Nobody should notice it too quickly.

And indeed
it happened!
They did it!