I hope this made a satisfying “BOOOM” sound when it went off. With a nice column of smoke. Maybe there was a large collection of them, and they were used to play some significant and exciting piece of the “1812 overture.” And then, spent, they were cast aside, their brief moment of glory fading like those weird crunchy marshmallows in a mug of hot chocolate.
There’s a mouse what lives in that hole there. A deaf mouse with really bad nerves, and this full-ear facial tic.
I remember some documentary in high school where seed pods in fast motion blasted out of their little green husks and flew, wow, a foot or two. This could launch a seed to the moon. Which would be sad because the moon doesn’t sustain life.
Maybe weird ceramic rocket-pods could live there, though. Maybe. In great ceramic colonies that don’t echo in the near-vacuum of the lunar “atmosphere” so much as thrum through the soil, the moon chiming like a bell under their explosions.
It’s magical, trust me.
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