It was dark when the stars began to fall. Not a creature was stirring. Except Josh. He pressed his nose to the cold windowpane and stared as the bright nebulae and galaxies fluttered and twirled to earth.
“Ben!” he whispered to his brother.
“Ben!” More urgently. “Wake up, Ben. The sky is falling. There are stars all over the garden.”
“Yeah right, Chicken Little.”
Ben was four years older than Josh, and that made all the difference.
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