Sun Mote Copse all mimsy were the borogoves

They were called stars, according to her older and wiser cousin. "Stas," little Sugar echoed, her voice a thoughtful murmur. The name itself didn't explain what they were, nor did an explanation from Weejay seem forthcoming. "Stirs..." she repeated, unaware of the slight alteration in her pronunciation.

She stared for a while before noticing something else: a sort of mist up there among the stars. Somehow, Sugar knew that trying to reach up and wave it away wouldn't work any better than swatting at the stars themselves. But it looked so wispy, like a cloud, and near enough to breathe in. Accordingly, the tot sucked in a long breath, though the Milky Way remained still, millions of miles out of reach.

But then something up there did move and Sugar's breath left her in a noisy gasp. "Sat? Satsat?" she questioned eagerly, pink nose pointing at Weejay, then at the sky, then at Weejay again, wondering if the older girl had seen the star shooting across the hazy heavens.