“Tell me another story about the moon.”
Yes, my dear. In the old time many men lived happily in the moon,
with nothing to do but keep up the fire which makes the light. But
among the folk lived a very wicked, obstinate man, who troubled and
hated all the other nice [dear] people, and he managed it so as to
drive them all away, and put them out of the moon. And when the mass of
the folk were gone, he said, “Now those stupid dogs have gone, I will
live comfortably and well, all alone.” But after a bit the fire began
to burn down, and that man found that if he did not want to be in the
darkness [night] and die of cold he must go all the time for wood. And
when the other people were there, they never did any carrying or
splitting wood in the day-time, but now he had to take it all on his
shoulders, all night and all day. So the people here on our earth see
that man to this day all burdened [full] of wood, and bitter and
grumbling to himself, and lurking alone by his fire. And the poor
people whom he had driven away went all across and around heaven, here
and there, and set up in business for themselves, and they are the
stars and planets and lesser lights which you see all about.