The Littlest Light On Cranberry Street

<p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This Sunday morning Mr. Mude was having one of his many gloomy days. It was in fact so gloomy and so grey that one might wonder where all the light had gone. Had it been scribbled out with pencils or pens? Surely Not. Was it stacked under old books and boxes? Absurd! Perhaps A lost letter? An open window? Blown away in the wind? </strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No! No! No!</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Mr. Mude tried and tried to think back and retrace his steps so maybe his days could be bright. But his eyes were so tired he would surely need help from a wisp of the littlest light.</strong></p>