This is a very short story about a stage manager who cut a hole in the roof of the theatre to let the Moon shine in over the midnight show forgetting that as the seasons changed the usefulness of the hole would wax and wane.

Local critics at the first and second preview found it to be a cute touch but cloud cover on the opening night seemed to spoil the illusion somewhat so, in a calm frustration, our stage manager did not sleep. Instead, he…