Night was a Fat Man

Night was afraid of Dawn. Dawn was a man, you see. He had a thirst for the dark.

Night was the most delicious darkness of all for it covered a thousand miles of cities and countries. But Night was a fat man and Dawn had the muscles and might of a dog in a hunt. They often race around the globe and Night would always get eaten by Dawn. Dawn doesn’t know though that Night leaves a bit of himself in every man and every thing. So after Dawn burps up the last juicy darkness of the unknown black, he sleeps with a full stomach thinking he ate the whole nighttime, and out of the tender shades, Night rises from every person and every thing and lives once more, to escape from Dawn and leaves himself in each and everyone as shadows.