When everyone else looked at The Moon, they said they saw an alabaster retard with big eyes, big grin and a big nose. Not so for Vince Noir. When he was a kid, he couldn't make sense of it. The Moon didn't look one bit like everyone else said it did! It had small eyes, a stern look and a moustache. And it was in no way dim. It could be a bit pretentious at times, sure, but it was always kind to him in the end. The Moon was the only one who explained things to Vince properly, who took the time to sort out difficult things for him, who never lost his patience when Vince got distracted. The Moon was Vince's friend. It lit up the dark, black night - and Vince was really grateful that he had it, but Vince got lonely during the daytime. Then one day, a day that wasn't special in any way at all - it was probably a Tuesday - Vince went to the Zooniverse for the first time, and one of the zookeepers caught his eye. He couldn't stop staring, because there it was! His moon! The zookeeper noticed young Vince and howled at him - "It's not polite to stare! I'm Howard Moon, I take this malarkey from no man, sir!" - and Vince knew he had found his best friend.
