How well do you think you'd sleep on a different world?
The First Night
Three Martian Mice stared out at the night sky from their new home at the Quigly Scoreboard. They were up on the catwalk, looking out over the city from their very sweet veiw.
"I know they only have one moon, but its still weird. It barely moves, man! What kind of self-respecting moon goes slower than the speed of smell? !" Deimos and Phobos, the moons of Mars, moved at a much faster speed than Luna, the moon of Earth. "And is it supposed to have a face? That's creepy, bro, I don't care what you say," Vinnie said. None of them were able to really sleep on their first night on Earth.
"How are you supposed to pick out any constellations?" Modo asked. "I figured being so close to home that something would look familiar, but nothing really works from this angle in the sky. I can't find the Saber-Squid or the Tharga Riders anywhere."
"Can you still find the North Mountain?" Throttle asked, not really one for astrology. But he did know that the North Mountain always pointed, well, north. At least, it did on Mars.
"Wait, I think, maybe-got it! Right over there."
"Where?"
"There," he pointed. "I wonder if that's north on this planet too."
"Hey, you guys know how long night lasts here?" Vinnie asked.
Throttle and Modo exhcanged glances, neither really sure of the answer. "Um, not as long as home, right?" Modo asked.
"I think so," Throttle replied.
"Aw, man, now we're gonna miss sleep. I'm a growing boy, I need my beauty sleep."
"You sure need something," Modo muttered as he headed over to his bed.
"Hey, a body this good lookin' needs maitenance and - what the hell is that noise? !" At Vincent's shout, the shockingly loud chirping sounds went silent. He blew a sigh of relief at the quiet, but not two seconds later, the chorus of sound started up again. "Wha-hey! I thought we had an agreement!"
"I think those might be bugs, Vin," Throttle said, glancing around with his helmet to find the insects. "Oh hey, there they are. Those are little things, too."
"We still had a non-verbal agreement," Vincent muttered. "How in the world are we supposed to sleep like this? Its, like, seventy degrees in here! I'm roasting, man!" Mars, being much farther from the Sun, was much cooler. Sixty-eight degrees Fareinhight was considered an average summer day on Mars.
"Then don't sleep with the sheet on," Throttle said, his voice edging with agitation. It had been a long day, and all the tan mouse wanted was to get some sleep.
"But its-"-
"Vinnie, shut up and go to sleep, or I'm gonna stick this metal fist somewhere you won't like."
Throttle and Vincent exchanged similar looks as both went silent and made their way to the hammock and bed Charley had got for them. Sometimes it was hard to remember that Modo could be pretty damn scary when he was sleepy.