Silent Moon

The campers laid on their backs in a field, staring up at the moon.  “Do you think it’s really silent up there in space?” one asked.

“Yes, obviously, there’s no air,” replied the other.

“But what about all the asteroids that hit it and make the little craters?”

“There’s still no air to carry the sound,” the other answered.

“But what if there are little moon people under the surface?”

“I mean I suppose so, but there are no moon people.”

Deep underground, a small huddle stood close, hoping for the return of the grey strangers with the shiny faces.