This is Ria. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People.

Oh, it feels so good to say that. I have missed you.

This year, 2019, marks 50 years since we, human people, visited the moon for the first time.

I've always been fascinated by the moon landing. And I got to thinking,

what would the moon have to say about it?

That little question sparked this story. But first, did you think I was going to come back with my very first episode of my new season without scheduling a guest?

Okay, confession time. I did not actually schedule a guest.

You are kind of just showed up looking for an entirely different place. Allow me to explain.

I have a small sign in my door that reads L-S-F-T-P for little stories for tiny pillows. I mean, people.

Oh, gosh, maybe I need more coffee today.

Anyway, my sign reads L-S-F-T-P. And when to know it, there just so happens to be a lunar school for tap dancing people.

They go to the moon to tap dance. Obviously, lunar school for tap dancing people.

L-S-F-T-P. When Pilar showed up wearing tap shoes and a space suit, she was a bit disappointed to find that I was in fact not preparing to travel to the moon with a troupe of fellow tap dancers.

But she was also a little bit relieved because she's not actually a tap dancing person at all. She's a tap dancing rabbit.

She'd been fretting all morning about being the only rabbit in the troupe. So now she at least has a little extra time to prepare for that.

Friends, enough preamble. Please welcome Pilar, the tap dancing rabbit to the studio.

Pilar, take off your helmet. There we go. With that helmet, you wouldn't be able to hear the story.

Carden? Oh, no. There isn't any tap dancing in the story.

Okay, okay. Well, don't leave because of that. I will try to add tap dancing to the story. Will you stay and listen?

Moving on, let's get started. Our story today is called The Moons, Side of the Story. Take it away, Fern.

Remember, there are no pictures. You have to measure the pictures in your mind. You can measure them however you want. Okay, here we go.

For all his long life, as he just floated there, slowly orbiting the big blue planet below, everything was pretty same old, same old.

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