Damien Broderick wrote:
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> `Not satellites, darling. Those are stars,' Daddy said, and came and sat
> down beside me on a shelf of cooling rock, putting his arm around me
> tightly. `That's what they've done to the stars.'
Behold, I shall now rain on thy parade.
"There was once a race that spent most of its resources in devising a means by which a star may be moved. This they learned how to do, and did. They rearranged some of the constellations seen from their home planet. How this was done is unknown. The motive was not religious or superstitious in nature, but derived chiefly from esthetic concerns..."