They cannot do this. They cannot shake my faith like this. They cannot suddenly come up to me and tell me that what I’ve been led to believe was right for 19 years, was actually wrong all along. They cannot just pull the rug from under my feet. The next thing I know, they’ll be telling me “E=mc2” isn’t true, either. (Hasn’t there been talk about it already?) We’re living in a world where anything is possible, people. Anything.
And what about the next generation? How can they deny the little ones the joy of learning about nine planets? I can only imagine how the classes would go:
“There are eight planets in the Solar System.”
Dear Lord. Just…so wrong. I’m mortified. Whatever will happen to “My Very Elegant Mother Just Showed Us Nine Planets”? Gone. Ruined. All hope is lost.
Pluto. Dear, sweet Pluto. Relegated from “The Last Planet In The Solar System” to “Dwarf Planet”. Sniff. What a bummer.
Goodbye, Pluto. We’ll certainly remember you, you tiny little thing, for the icy wonder that you were. Wherever you’re headed now, I wish you well. Don’t let those nasty scientists get you down. Great things lie ahead, Pluto. Go out and fulfil your dream. Hang out with the Dwarf Club and make us all proud. I have faith in you.
Goodbye, dear friend. We’ll miss you.