Rick Racoon and his family rushed up to the people pool. “Hey, Pauline, cool, huh? Dark in the middle of the day!”

Pauline Possum appeared perturbed. “Somethin’s wrong,” she squeaked. “This is weird. I don’t like it.”

“Well, I’m taking the kids swimming. I like this middle-of-the-day-dark.”

Oliver Owl looked down at them from the nearby oak tree. “Rick, I hate to rain on your parade, son, but it’ll be light again in a minute.”

“How you know that?”

“Just do. Don’t anybody look up. It’ll hurt your eyes.”

Just as Rick and fam started looking up, Oliver flew down and with his strong wings, knocked them all in the pool.

They came up, sputtering and fussing.

“You’re welcome,” Oliver said, and flew back to his tree.

Sure enough, it was getting light again.

“Wow,” Rick said, scrambling out of the pool, “Move it, kids, before the people see us.”

“But Da-ad! We just…”

“Hush. Now scoot! Oliver, you magic or something? How’d you make it dark?”

Oliver smiled. “Come back around 8:00 and I’ll do it again.”

“You bet we will.”

“Da-ad, I think he’s…”

“You kids don’t wanta come, okay, but I’m coming back. I gotta see this.”