The sun beamed brightly through the bay window, casting broad unwelcome rays of dust into my lounge. I had often wondered where dust came from, but now it was clear: the sun had been caught en flagrante delicto as it were. So I did the necessary, and wrote a letter to the relevant authorities about this wilful misdemenour. I must confess, I didn’t expect anything to be done and forgot about the whole thing completely, until one fateful day when the sun did not rise. Rumour has it that they sent it to the naughty corner in the Magellan Clouds.
An ironic dustice.