The Sun, or should I say, Mr Orange never did reply Bob. Needless to say, the other flies taunted and laughed at him. They said it would never respond to him because it was the sun and he was but a fly (and one which could not even fly).

But Bob believed in the silent friendship between Mr Orange and himself. He believed in the neverending cycle of sunrise and sunsets. That while the days were painful, Mr Orange would be there with him, to offer his silent comfort. And knowing that always made Bob feel better.