Though a responsible caretaker she was indeed, Sheila-Lou knew a thing or two about stoking the mischief of children. She knew that, employed correctly, it could provide very beneficial results. So one warm night, when the moon hung low, she roused them all from their beds and herded them outside. Each a young genius, they immediately knew what to do. Leaping and bounding and hoisting each other up, they straddled the moon and chose rowers. Quite pleased, Sheila-Lou looked on in silent approval. – Emily Kinney