Luna, the cow had heard the story of Icarus, knew its tragic ending, and all the TV talk shows she watched confirmed its moral: too much sun would kill you.
Instead, Luna’s focus was on the moon, and that other story, “Hey Diddle Diddle.” Most of it never made much sense to her, read like a psychedelic road trip through whatthefuckever, but the part about the cow jumping over the moon always fascinated her. Everyone who ever heard the tale knew what the cow had done, but no one ever asked where the cow had been going. Luna wanted to know. Did the cow ever get there? Was the cow happy?
Luna knew there had to be more than just that moment of mythical jump. And so, from the moment she first heard them, those six little words, and the cow jumped over the moon, shaped Luna's fate forever.