It bucked over bumps “I’m going through there!” She pointed to an opening between two mountains. Jack held on to the dashboard. The buggy bumped toward the opening and shot through. On the other side, the ground was even rockier. “Look for the fo-fourth M thing!” said Annie, bouncing up and down. Jack groaned. Looking for anything on this wild ride was impossible. “Sl-slow d-down!” he said. “How?” “Try pressing on the b-brake pedal. On the f-floor-slowly!” Annie pressed on the brake. The buggy slowed down. Jack sighed with relief. The ride was still bumpy. But now, at least, he could take a good look at the moon. He had never been to such a colorless, barren place