The sun and the moon

The moon said to the sun, "Let's just leave. Let's just pick up and go. Who is going to miss us?"

The sun just swiveled restlessly as he listened to his little moon.

"The earth won't miss us," cried the moon. "This place is so big! Let's go get lost and stay there for a bit."

The sun peaked over his horizon to eye the moon. "That won't do, dear. You know you can't stay in one place for very long. You will have to keep moving; you won't find peace until you've been everywhere and even then, it'll be temporary."

"But at least we can say we've been places!" the little moon jittered with tired excitement, the kind she gets from thinking too long about picking up and leaving.

"My dear, that will not do. You have obligations to this little earth."

"Says who?!" but the little moon turned in defeat, 'one day, I will get away,' she vowed to herself. 'One day.'