What the

I sat on the back porch feeling sad and mopey.

The sunlight cascaded across the lawn and onto my feet. But I stayed dour.

The sunlight lept up onto my head. This made me mad because the sunlight was in my eyes.

I stomped into the house and pulled the curtains.

The phone rang. I answered.

The Sun said, “What was that bullshit?!”

I said, “I was just about to say the same thing!”