The sunlight stretched its way through the early morning mist, gently nudging aside the soft dew of the night before.
"Good morning, world", said the sun.
"Good morning, sun!" said the world.
Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed, and this morning the sun found it hard. It stretched and yawned and hid back under the covers, but at long last the sun rose, and the world rose with it.
But then, the sun sneezed.
"ACHOO!" cried the sun, a great stream of burning plasma arcing its way across the cosmos.
"Bless you", said the world.
Eight minutes later, the sun's sneeze reached the world. In an instant, everyone and everything on it was burned up in the molten fiery torrent.
"Thanks", said the sun, wiping its nose with its sleeve.
