Young Tyler was staring up at the night sky from his bedroom window. It was black as ink and the moon was huge. His little sister Kate crept up behind him. ‘Boo’ she shouted and Tyler almost jumped out of his skin!
‘What are you doing Tyler?’ she asked.
‘I’m looking up there Kate’ he said, ‘I’m trying to see the man in the moon’
Kate giggled. ‘Don’t be silly Tyler, there’s no man in the moon. There can’t be because the moon is made of cheese’.
‘Perhaps he likes cheese’ said Tyler. ‘You do’.
Mum walked into the room. ‘Hi you two, what are you looking at?’
‘We are looking up there at the moon’ said Kate.
‘The moon’s a balloon’ said Mum with a silly grin on her face ‘A big round yellow balloon’
They all looked at each other and laughed.
‘Tyler believes there’s a man in the moon’ chuckled Kate.
‘Kate believes the moon is made of cheese’ laughed Tyler.
‘And it’s really not a balloon Mum!’ said Kate.
‘I’ll tell you what I believe’ said Mum ‘I believe it’s way past your bedtime!’
Kate went back to her room and opened the curtains just a little so she could peer up at the moon from her bed. She felt sure she saw a little mouse nibbling away at the surface.
Tyler took one last look before he jumped under his duvet and waved to the man in the moon – and the man in the moon waved back.