The goblins got the blame when the sun failed to rise. Alderman Pickering, said that they had leaned a really long ladder up against the mountain during the night and plucked the sun straight out of the sky as it was rising.
Mr Hobson the village butcher said that was nonsense and it was more likely that one of the fisherman out on the far ocean had caught the sun’s reflection in their net, dragging the reflection down under the water where it was sunk and lost forever. Without a reflection, so Mr Hobson said, the sun would just not be able to shine anymore.
Then there were others who reckoned the sun was tired, shining looked such hard work after all and it would be back in a day or two after it had had a little rest.
But I knew it would never be back. For how could the sun shine down ever again, for last night you said that you did not love me but loved someone else.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Reminds Norse myth where hero must recapture the sun stolen by the witch causing darkness so can have white nights and days again.
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Thank you Carl, yes it very much a case of revisiting an older myth and the ancient fear of the sun not returning.
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