The Moon was in Eclipse and complained to the Sun. Moon realized the Earth was the problem. Too bad!
Some things you have no control over.
One day, when the Moon was under an Eclipse, she complained to the Sun thus of the discontinuance of his favours: “My dearest friend,” said she, “why do you not shine upon me as you used to do?” “Do I not shine upon thee?” said the Sun, “I am very sure that I intend it.” “Oh, no,” replied the Moon; “but now I perceive the reason. I see that that dirty planet, the Earth, has got between us.” The good influences of the great world would perhaps be more diffusive, were it not for their mischievous dependants[sic], who are so frequently suffered to interpose.