ahh! the second way!

Know what?! There are two ways you can brush your teeth:
(i) You can move your hand with the brush going up and down, left and right.
OR
(ii) You can hold your hand steady and keep on shaking and nodding your head so
that your teeth brush against the toothbrush.

Now isn't that novel?

twinkle twinkle little star

¨ ... yet it sometimes happpens, perhaps because of the very real and aesthetic appeal of astronomy and the almost incomprehensible vastness of the Universe, that the more solidly practical and duller mentalities tend to see the study as an ¨escape from reality¨ -- surely one of the most thoroughly lopsided views ever propounded. The knowledge obtained from astronomy has always been and will continue to be, of the greatest value. But, this apart, only the most myopic minds could identify ¨reality¨ solely with the doings of man on this planet. Contemporary civilization, whatever its advantages and achievements, is characterised by many features which are, to put it very mildly, disquieting; to turn away from this increasingly artificial and alien world is to escape from unreality; to return to the timeless world of the mountains, the sea, the forest, and the stars is to return to sanity and truth.¨

-- Robert Burnham Jr.

here is more:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark;

He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep, And through my curtains often peep,

For you never shut your eyes, Till the morning Sun does rise.

As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the trav'ler in the dark,

Though I know not what you are, Twinkle on, please, little star.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high ...

the Sun lover

It's one of those things you read a long, long time back and still but still can't help recalling it time and again.
It was a story about a lion in some jungle who was in love with the Sun. Just before the sunrise, the lion started running eastwards to catch the place where the Sun would begin its journey of the day. The entire jungle witnessed him running like a maniac possessed by some sort of a spirit. There a deer and there was a hare standing along his way, but he had no time in the world to cater to his bodily instincts. After a furious bit of running he reached the bank of a vast river across which this king of the jungle saw the magnanimous ball of fire rise.
That's it, nothing more! Just the story a child would like to read.