i made this shortstory to be the central idea in my latest novel of the same name, "Every Blue Moon"
Everyone says the Moon is a girl, but actually it’s a guy. He was very lonesome. He missed his only buddy the Sun all the time. The only time he could see the Sun was at twilight and dawn, but the whole night long he was lonely. It was just him at night surrounded by an endless sea of black sky, and eventually he turned blue with sadness. So God hated to see the Moon so lonesome, so he gave him stars that twinkled and brightened the empty sky. The Moon had never ever seen anything so beautiful and bright. The stars were girls. And right then the Moon realized that he wouldn’t be lonely anymore; whether there are a thousand stars or twelve, there’s at least one to keep him company. The Moon fell head over heels in love and they had a kid together, Mars. And the Moon will never ever be lonesome anymore. That’s why they say ‘every blue moon’, because it’ll never happen again, you know? The End.