So, as she lived her life in the big city and walked once down the empty street, Logic noticed the Sun. She noticed it because a sunbeam persistently haunted her and shone in her eyes.
She looked up at the Sun, and it quickly hid behind a cloud.
– Hey, show up! – she laughed.
The Sun came out. It was sullen.
– Why are you angry?
– No one notices me. Even you now. I am not obliged to rise and shine every day, and then to go on the right time most carefully. I think tomorrow I’ll stay shining in the evening as well. Hopefully someone will be finally amazed of what I do all the time.
– Oh Sun, I get up in the morning just before you rise to enjoy the colorful sky, different every time. You create incredible beauty.
– I can see that. And I'm glad, I'm glad because you always think I'm white and good one. I like your city. You were the only one who understood and appreciated my joke when last autumn I rose from behind of one hill in your city and the next morning behind the other. Because of you, I am no longer the Yellow Sun, but bright as a diamond and no one can look at me, there is nothing brighter in the world than I am.
– There are many to shine on, dear Sun! – even the little ants love you.
– Ants love me, but people don't. And I shine especially for everyone in order not to lose their orientation. Imagine one day I get out of where I want and move as I want, for example up and down!
– But you won't do that, I believe you."
– That’s only you who believes me.
Logic smiled again.
– Hey Sun, smile, and please – don't be too hot today, you should not shine constantly in my eyes, you should be merciful to me, and I in return will ask all the sparrows to sing you a song!
... And she hid under a tree ...