Phobos: Harumph…I may be smallish for a moon, but I’m no baked potato!
[Hey Space Bloggers, sounds like one of the moons took offense when D8 called him ‘potato shaped’ in last post’s limmer-iddle. Let’s listen in.]
D8: Now Phobos, you know I would never call you ‘baked’, at least not fully. Your night side is much too cold for that.
Phobos: Oh, I see. Now you’re calling me ‘half-baked’. Nice.
D8: You’re taking this all wrong. Your little brother Deimos didn’t mind–
Phobos: No, he wouldn’t. Deimos is too perfect- so smooth and shiny. Besides, you always liked him best!
D8: Don’t be silly, Phobos. You know I love you both equally. Why watching you zip through the sky while Deimos dawdles along behind you–well, it just lights up my world!
Phobos: Aww gee. Really? I didn’t know. I mean, we actually just reflect the light…
[I think they’re working it out, Space Bloggers. Let’s just step back and take a look for ourselves…]
Check back next post day for the exciting answer to the nagging question: Where in the Solar System is Destination Eight?