"The sun rises in the morning, sets in the evening, rises in the morning, sets in the evening, and I'm sick of it!" the simple-minded boy who rode the bus every day stated loudly, and his fellow passengers laughed in agreement.

A deity was roused from his boredom by this comment and the derisive laughter. "What? How dare--! They should be lucky they even have a sunrise and sunset. The impudence. I'll teach them."

At that moment, the sun froze in its mid-morning posture, stayed frozen, causing fear and panic among the masses. The Government, thinking quickly, put a positive spin on matters by broadcasting enthusiastic songs about the electrical savings everyone would enjoy with eternal daylight, and even began dismantling streetlights.

The deity couldn't bear this cheery making-do, so plunged the sky into eternal night. The citizenry panicked anew, and the Government panicked and put the streetlights back.

"Oh, so they think they can outmaneuver me?" And the deity switched the sky to a hot, burning, high summer noonday.

By this time, some of the bus riders had commented to friends and family that the "trouble" began immediately after the simple-minded boy complained about sunrises and sunsets. Word spread, and soon the Government rounded up the boy, and feeling that Drastic Measures were required, they dragged him to the top of the highest hill amid great fanfare and great crowds. Hideous it was beneath the baking sun. They impaled him, disemboweled him, selectively burned him, drew and quartered him, all the while imploring the Natural Forces to take mercy and accept the impudent boy's sacrifice.

Yet, the sun still did not move.

And of course it wouldn't, because the deity, once again bored by the whole affair, had turned his attention to an entirely different planet and planned to gaze upon it for a long time, which, from a deity's point of view, is a very long time indeed.