the eastern sky grew brighter and brighter. it hurt his eyes to look at it, and he blinked and turned away. then the song-birds awakened and began to sing. it was very interesting, but he thought they sang too loudly. the forest at night is a quiet place, and he didn't see the sense of shouting so, even if the sun were coming up. the night-birds never made such a fuss over the moon, and he guessed the moon was as good as the sun.