Neville Destroys the Moon

“Oops!” cried Neville. His heart leapt into his throat. He leaned forward and tapped escape. Nothing changed. He tapped backspace several times. “Oh dear,” he said. Rochelle adjusted her underwire and turned to Neville. Her eyes flicked between Neville and the keyboard. She wrinkled her brow. “Whassamatter?” Neville ignored Rochelle. He wiggled the mouse, then…