‘The Moon up yonder shone and shone, just as she does now, and when she shone she lighted up the bog-pools, so that one could walk about almost as safe as in the day.

But when she didn’t shine, out came the Things that dwelt in the darkness and went about seeking to do evil and harm; Bogies and Crawling Horrors, all came out when the Moon didn’t shine.

Well, the Moon heard of this, and being kind and good — as she surely is, shining for us in the night instead of taking her natural rest — she was main troubled. ‘I’ll see for myself, I will,’ said she, ‘maybe it’s not so bad as folks make out.” English traditional.

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