My voice is cracking now. I speak out loud, but no words come out.  Am I a mouse? No, preposterous.  Don't belittle yourself like that.  Well, then am I a lion?  I rawr in the darkness.  No, it can't be that.  So, am I a kangaroo?  I jump up to the moon.  Must be, if I'm here on the moon.  But man walked on the moon, correct?  Am I Mr. Armstrong?  I look at my arms.  No, that can't be right.  I fall back down to the earth.  Oh, so I am a comet.  Well, then.  I guess that's alright.  I hope I land somewhere pretty.  Maybe France.  I turn to face the stars.  My, now that's pretty! I think I'll like it best up there.  I zoom back to the stratosphere.  Oh, it's mighty cold up here. I see the sun.  That looks like a warm shade of orange!  I'll try my luck there.  So, I floated to the sun. Then I was ashes.