The Sky was feeling quite pleased with itself. It had put a bit of effort into its appearance and, when it caught a glimpse in the mirror, said. "Yes, looking blue, looking very blue."
"Right", said Earth who had been super busy as usual, working hard on the look of multiple habitats at the same time; desert, forest, grassland, and mountain.
Ha, thought Sky, who could never understand why Earth would concentrate on so many regional ecosystems at once. "Perhaps you try too hard?"
Sky never tries at all, thought Earth. Just sits there making itself blue all day, "You wouldn't understand".
"I mean why do you need so many types of grassland? You can't need savannah, tundra, prairie, and steppe?"
"A prairie is a steppe, you atmospheric sphere."
Ocean listened to them argue and tried to sleep. Ocean didn't want to tell them that The Sun had been round earlier demanding tribute again. Threatening to dose them with even more solar radiation. Ocean was just glad they had Magnetic Field outside keeping them safe.
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