A long time ago there was this lad who wanted nothing other than reaching the sky and, in his words, “touching at least one star”. On cozy, moonless nights, he would step out of his bedroom to catch a panoramic view at the thousands of tiny lights scattered all over the heavens, wondering exactly how it would feel to grab one of them.

He could not bear the intensity of the desire any longer, so one warm evening; he set out to touch the stars.

He walked a far way, and then farther still in the direction of a particular star until he came to a mill wheel, creaking and grinding away.

Out of loneliness and tiredness, he threw out greeting to the mill; "Good evening". "I would like to touch the stars".

Weird! The old meal groaned in reply; "Really?" "Well, legend has it that the pond on the other side is the door to the stars."

The boy jumped into the pond and immediately the sky turned BLOOD RED in a bid to horrify the boy out of his mission. He was frightened though, but his strong passion helped him succeed. Onlookers beheld the sky in amazement.