The little bunny sat on the hillside near it’s home in the woods, staring out at the setting sun. “Does the sun make the sky mad when it sets?” the bunny wondered. “For when the sun sets, the sky turns to flames and seems angry.” The bunny sat on the hillside and watched as the sky turned from the brilliant blue of it’s daylight hours to the flaming reds, yellows, and oranges that covered it now. The bunny sat and watched now as the sky turned from the flames to a deep and gentle purple, and then to the dotted night’s sky. With this the bunny hopped back to his home in the woods for the night, all the while pondering his questions that he wished he could ask the sky.
The bunny sat in his house and, unable to solve his own riddles himself, decided he would pay the turtle that lived in the forest’s pond a visit the following day, for surely the turtle would know the reason that the sky turned to flames each night. With that the bunny fell asleep, excited about the answers he would surely find the next day, but too tired to stay awake.
The morning light flooded the bunny’s den to wake him. The small creature crawled from his hole and greeted the sun happily, for today would hopefully be a happy day. The bunny, wasting no time, hopped his was over to the pond where the turtle dwelled. The turtle was very old and knew much about the forest, so surely he would also know about the sun and sky.
The bunny hopped to the edge of the pond and called out “Turtle! Sir Turtle!”
The water filled with ripples and a large turtle appeared at the edge of the pond in front of the bunny. “What do you want young rabbit? It better be good, you woke me from a fine nap you did,” the turtle asked in his gruff, old voice.
“Sir turtle, you know much about the forest, and since the sky can be seen from most anywhere in your pond, I was curious if you knew why the sky turned to flames every night,” the bunny questioned, gazing at the turtle with much hope in his eyes.
“You are correct, I do know much about the forest, but the sky and sun remain a mystery to me, for I dwell on the ground,” the turtle grumbled sourly, disappointed that he could not be of much help to the young bunny. When the turtle saw the bunny’s disappointment though he smiled and added warmly, “Perhaps you should ask the wise owl, he know much about the sky, for he lives in the trees and is closer to the sky than I.”
The bunny’s face lit up and he jumped into the air. “Thank you sir turtle, thank you,” he said gaily before running off to find the wise owl. The wise owl’s home was deeper into the forest, where the sun rarely shone through the thick trees/It was dark and the bunny grew frightened, but still the little bunny traveled on, determined to find the answers to his question. The little bunny stumbled into a small clearing with a barren stump growing in the middle. Perched on the stump was the wise owl, watching the clearing with it’s large yellow eyes.
“Whoooo are you little fellow, and what do you venture into the wood for?” the owl asked, eyeing the bunny suspiciously.
“I’m sorry to disturb you wise owl, but the turtle sent me to you, for he was unable to answer my question,” the bunny said fearfully, afraid the wise owl would be angry with him for the disturbance.
“Then ask your question, for there is little I do not know,” the wise owl said, still perched up on the stump and staring at the little bunny with his large eyes.
“W-well,” the bunny stammered, “I wanted to know why the sky turns to flames every night as the sun sets.”
The owl sat still and silent for some time before speaking. “That is one of the few pieces of knowledge that I do not possess, for, as you can tell, the sun does not pierce the thick branches of the deep forest’s trees. I’m sorry I cannot be of more help, but maybe the grand hawk could answer your question, he is the closest to the sky of any in the forest. He dwells on the cliff at the edge of the forest.”
“All right,” the little bunny sighed, his enthusiasm fading. He was starting to think that he may never find the answer to his question. He turned and started out of the forest towards the cliff. The grand hawk’s nest was quite a walk, especially for a bunny, and would take most of the remaining light to reach. The trip was harder than the first two, for now there were rocks to jump, there was nothing to cover him from possible attack from above, and the sun had already begun to set, striking flames into the sky. The bunny jumped along cautiously, trying to avoid any loose rocks, but also keeping an eye on the sky above him for possible predators. He finally found the grand hawk’s nest, which was nestled into the side of the cliff. As the bunny approached the nest a large shadow covered it, and the grand hawk landed on the nest’s rim, it’s hungry eyes looking longingly at the bunny that had stumbled into its nest.
What do you want?” the hawk hissed, eyeing the rabbit more hungrily more hungrily by the second.
“P-please s-sir hawk, d-do not e-eat m-me. I-I come to-to ask something f-from y-you. I-it is a kn-knowledge that neither t-the o-old t-turtle n-nor the w-w-wise owl p-possess, but-but wise owl s-said t-to ask you, the bunny stammered, terrified of the hawk. The bunny shrank back in fear of the grand hawk, but was unable to escape the darkness of it’s shadow.
“Well? What is your question?” the hawk hissed impatiently. “I shall not eat you lest you try my patience too much. What do you wish to know?
The little rabbit looked up at the grand hawk in fear, but determination soon came over him. He looked off towards the setting sun, then looked at the hawk and asked his question.
The hawk stared at the bunny then off into the setting sun. The hawk stared off into the sun for a while, and when he spoke his voice was much more humble than before. “The sky is not mad at the sun. The sky loves the sun, they are the best of friends. The sun is more noble, and therefore is allowed to rest for a while, while the sky keeps a never-ending vigilant over the Earth. When the sun decides to rest, the sky sends it off with beautiful flames, and then blankets in noble purples before giving way to the moon. The sky and moon do not get along, and therefore the sky will not give the moon light enough to see the Earth, that is why the moon calls on the stars, so that it may look upon the beauty of the Earth.”
The bunny stared up at the hawk in awe at it’s knowledge, thanked him, then ran all the was home. This night the bunny slept more soundly, knowing that the sky did not hate the sun. The next morning, when the bunny woke, he greeted the sun and sky together, saying “Good morning friends.”