Once upon a full moon, Luna decided it was time to expand her horizons... Stardust Salad was on the menu. Pluto graciously passed. His heart never really did align with her eccentric gastronomy.
The moonwalk, not the dance move but an honest-to-God lunar excursion, promised to displace not only dust but several long-lost sock pairs from Earth's closets. Far off, Jupiter pretended to check its gravitational pull—it was all terribly beguiling.
On fields that seem to grow stars, or at least sprout meteors like they were autumn leaves, even more obscure existential crises linger. An aubergine asteroid once pondered aloud about its life choices… It ultimately decided to boulder on.
“Oh, do stop howling at me from below, I have enough celestial chores!” Luna pleaded one harmonic evening to the Earthlings' choir.
Consider peering through a telescope, or perhaps using an old potato as one; still, don't ask Venus how.
Here are some recommended readings for the *interstellar gourmand*: