Whose is the Sun? [antikvár]

"There! I'm out in the world at last! " squeaked the chick, popping his head out of the shell. "Oh! Why is it so light?"He looked first to one side, then to another, and as he glancfed up, the sun's bright rays made him squint."Oh, I see! It's because of you," he piped, addressing the sun. "You are nice and bright and yellow like me, only you are up there somewhere and I'm down here. That means you must have been hatched before I was. You wouldn't have had time to climb up so high otherwise."But the sun made no reply and only beamed at him.The chick scrabbled out of the shell, and, hopping and skipping on his spindly legs, ran over the warm grass.Suddenly he saw a little brown house with a round hole in the middle. From within came someone's heavy breathing.