The sky was filled with clouds. The sun had set, and the moon had risen. The stars were shining brighter than ever before, but were hidden by the mysterious, ominous, grey clouds. I wasn't aware of it then, but it all went down that night. Down. And just as if it were so simple, the next morning the moon hid. The sun rose bringing the sky to a multicolored phase. Orange, yellow, red, pink. The animals and other small creatures awoke; the birds sang, the bees buzzed. People began to speak. They sun like canaries. And so, the story of that night began to unravel. The loose thread was pulled. It seemed as though, I-no, I couldn't of- possibly was- there's no way- the loose thread.