‘If I told you the moon was pink, you probably wouldn't believe me.’

‘My dad lives up there’, I said. ‘You can see him is you look close enough, through the telescope, right next to that star.’

‘I don't believe you’, says he.

‘When the moon rises at night he casts a net over the sky to catch fish, and stars, and souls that got lost on the way. He keeps them in jars that glow, some are red, and some are indigo. The brightest ones are purple. ‘

‘You’re lying’, says he.

‘He waters his garden on the moon and it rains to below. Sometimes you can find pieces of the sky down here, if you look hard enough.’

‘I haven't got time’, says he. ‘I go looking, every now and then, for stars, but by the time I find one, the sun is up and the rain is gone and the sky is bright.’

‘I think you are wasting your time’, he said. ‘The sun is a star, you know. The sun smiles back and it's not quite as cold.’