When I got to the edge of the desert, I saw the distended belly of the sun flopping huge over the landscape, chasing the shadows out of their holes to squat behind the stones.
You told me, "You know, if I throw one of these stones, I can hit the sun and it'll pop and fart away like a balloon."
It was as if the desert heard you, and hushed, and the insects stopped mating to see what would happen.
When I got to the edge of the desert, I saw a carpet of beetles, as black and shiny as the inside of a bucket. I threw water on them to get them away from my shoes.
You told me, "I did it. I did it! I killed the sun with my sling."
It was as if you didn't realise that night had come and the moon was laughing.
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