Well, that started a great commotion. Everyone had something different to say. Some wanted it daytime always and some wanted it night. They all talked at once, and they all talked very loud so you could not hear what any of them were saying, except Bear. A little chipmunk who had been sitting on the outskirts of the council became annoyed.
Chipmunks hate to sit still for any time.
You can talk all you like, but the light will come whether you want it or not. The light will come. The other animals did not pay any attention to him but went on bawling and roaring and growling until they were hoarse. And before they knew it, a faint flush had crept up the sky, and the golden disc of the sun rose above the tree-tops. Shafts of sunlight touched the tops of the open space where the council met.