The moon is better than the sun. Period.
Nobody gets third degree moonburns. When the moon is out, it doesn’t think it’s so good that it has to block out other cool things, like stars. The moon is cooler, calmer, crisp and magical, and not self-centered or overbearing at all.
When the moon slowly disappears, as it does every month, it breaks my poor, hairy monster heart. And when it’s finally back…! Oh, to have that full, bright blue, giant orb center stage in our nighttime sky! It makes me sing for joy.
My friends tell me I’m tone deaf and what I’m actually doing is no better than a howl. (That’s kinda offensive, Ricky, but usually I’m so excited about the moon being back that I let you say it. FYI.)
And then the thought of it leaving me again! To have such joy at being near something so dear, only for it to be overshadowed by the painful knowledge that it is to be taken away again so soon… It’s overwhelming. I tell you, it’s enough to make any decent monster rise up in a rampage and destroy innocent villagers!
Sorry, Glendale….
