Couldn’t Help Himself

Look! Falling stars, grandpa.

No, child, we used to call them falling stars

until we read that story about that chicken

running around scaring everybody

that the sky is falling,

and we gasped, "Skies can fall?"

They said, no, skies don't fall. Stars don't fall.

There's no gravity in space, remember?

It's just a story.

OK, if those stars aren't falling,

what do you call that they are doing?

Umm...

(shut up, kid)

...they're just shooting around.

They're shooting stars.

Whew...that's good to know that

the sky isn't falling and

the world will never end.

Hey, I didn't anything about that!

All those stars shooting around up there,

one's bound to hit us eventually.

Thanks, grandpa.