The Day the Moon Fell
One Friday night, something really weird happened. I was lying on my bed, staring out the window at the moon. It was full and super bright, like a giant flashlight in the sky. I was about to fall asleep when I heard this BOOM! so loud that it shook my whole room. My lamp even fell off my desk.
I jumped out of bed and looked outside, and you won’t believe what I saw. The moon—yes, the actual moon—was sitting in my backyard. It wasn’t as huge as I thought it would be. It was about the size of our trampoline, but it was glowing, and it had all these craters just like in pictures. My dog, Max, was going nuts, barking and running in circles around it.
I ran outside in my pajamas, holding my flashlight. The moon was glowing, and it smelt like a mixture of honey and trash. But as soon as I touched the moon, it felt warm, which was weird because I thought it would be cold. Suddenly, this little door popped open on the side of it, and I heard a tiny voice say, “Hello?”
I froze. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. Then, a tiny creature came out of the door. It was about as tall as my knee, with long, floppy ears like a bunny and glowing blue eyes. Its feet were shiny and made a little clink clink sound when it walked.
“Who... who are you?” I asked, trying not to sound scared.
“I’m Lumie,” it said. “I take care of the moon, but it broke down and crashed. Can you help me fix it?”
The moon was broken? I had no idea what to say. I mean, how was I supposed to fix the moon? But Lumie looked so worried, so I nodded. “Okay... what do we need?”
Lumie showed me a glowing screen on its chest with a list. “We need moon dust, stardust, and a pinch of Earth imagination,” it said.
I didn’t even know where to start. “What’s moon dust?” I asked.
“It’s just flour,” Lumie said, smiling.
That was easy. I ran inside and grabbed some from the kitchen. For the stardust, I thought about my art supplies. I grabbed a jar and scooped in all the glitter I could find. Lumie said it was perfect.
The last thing was Earth's imagination. Lumie handed me the jar and told me to think of something magical. So I closed my eyes and imagined flying with dragons, swimming in candy oceans, and having a pet unicorn. When I opened my eyes, the jar was glowing bright like a star.
Lumie poured everything into this little blender that popped out of its backpack. It shook. It then whirred and buzzed, and then the glowing mixture, which was somehow made from an 11-year-old boy, was ready. Lumie poured it into a crack on the moon, and right away, the crack started to recover. It started to form a new shape, a new piece. Soon, when its recovery had formed, the moon started to float and began to fly up to the sky.
“Thank you!” Lumie said, hopping back inside. “The moon will always shine brighter because of you.”
The moon lifted off the ground and zoomed back into the sky. I watched it until it was just a tiny dot again.
The next morning, no one believed me. Mom just laughed and said I must have had a really crazy dream. But I know it wasn’t a dream. Every time I see the moon now, I smile. It looks like it’s winking at me, reminding me of the night I helped fix it. I know that I fixed the moon, but, for sure, I now know its secret.
