The Moon Is Broken

 Sparkle, looking up in the late afternoon sky at the children's moon hanging there, declared that the moon was broken.  She said, very sincerely, that we needed to find the rest of the puzzle pieces to put back in the sky, so that the moon could be big, round and full again.  Upon being asked how we would do that, Sparkle responded that we needed to wait until dark, when the pieces would shine for us to put them back together for the moon puzzle.

I think she meant the stars.  Or maybe fireflies...