The Littlest Light On Cranberry Street

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? No! No! No!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.