“Duh,” said Otis, “just create some more holes.” “But even if we made twenty holes,” I said, “the light will still be dim.” Bob clucked and then said, “Then sun goes up and over the world. It doesn’t stay directly above the world.” “What are you getting at?” said Otis. Bob scratched the ground before saying, “This hole goes straight up. The sun is not straight up right now.” I snapped my undead fingers as I realized what Bob meant. “So, we need a hole pointing”