Luna Has Nothing to Wear

Luna Has Nothing to Wear

" Please make me a dress, " Luna begged. It was only three hours until the grandest ball in the galaxy and Luna still had nothing to wear. " How can I make you a dress?" her mother asked. " You are the moon--there is no fitting your figure. At one time you're a New Moon, at another you're a Full Moon. In between, you are all different shapes. "

" It's not fair! " shouted Luna. " Everyone always goes to see what the Sun is wearing. They say she really lights up the room. Saturn has those cool rings that never fall. Halley's Comet has a long trail that flows behind her . . . so what can I wear?" " What you always wear, dear, " her mother said.

Luna looked down at her clothes: baggy pants with an elastic waist and a puffy shirt. Both were made to stretch and stretch and never rip. " They're all going to make fun of me tonight, " Luna said. “ I just hope I don't grow big at the dance and start to glow again! " " You're very important, " her mother said. " Never forget that. "

That night every planet, comet, and star who was anybody was at the Galaxy Ball. Pluto wore a tuxedo(even though he wasn't called a planet anymore). Mars wore red, Neptune wore blue, and jupiter's ruby necklace matched her Great Red Spot. In tiptoed Luna in her elastic pants, trying not to be noticed.

The Sun floated into the ball, and everyone turned to look. She wore a fiery dress with hot gas-flare earrings and sunspot heels. She was the center of attention, and everyone orbited around her. Mars and Neptune followed her everywhere and hung on her every word. " Nice outfit, Luna, " said the Sun with a small, mean smile. " You do know it's a dance?"