Get in close now, folks, because I want to tell you something truly astounding.

Everything – you, me, poop pellets – is built of stuff that was stitched together in the bellies of stars. Those stars exploded, and in their flaming finales, scattered dust all across the universe. Dust that then came together to form more stars, comets, moons, planets, mountains, valleys, rivers, trees, people, and rabbits.

Why am I telling you this? Because my name is Dusty and my name most certainly does NOT COME FROM THE CLUMPS OF FLUFF AND JUNK ACCUMULATED UNDER YOUR COUCH. I’m a star. So that’s that!

Hmph!