One bright morning, Sunny was flying along.

"Hey, my name's Sunny," Thought Sunny, "I should touch the Sun."

So Sunny flew up and touched the Sun.

It burnt her talons.

"Ooh that's hot," Sunny said.

"Hey, I could touch the Sun," Peril offered.

So Peril flew up and touched the Sun.

And burnt it to a crisp.

No more Sun.

THE END

(Of all Pyrrhia)