“But that’s what it’s called,” Mia replies. “The rock is named after a hat worn by someone named Napoleon.” I close my eyes and try to imagine a hat. It doesn’t work. The shape reminds me of something else. But what? I think this over. The rock looks like a mushroom. I tell Mia my idea.
“Where are you seeing a mushroom?” she asks. I outline a mushroom with my hands. Mia is unconvinced.
“I’ve never seen a lumpy mushroom,” she adds.
“But some are!” mum calls out from behind us. She explains that mushrooms come in lots of different shapes. Truffles look knobbly like that.
“So there!” I call out to Mia.
Mia sighs and goes off. After a couple of minutes, she comes back.
“It’s a meteorite. It fell to earth millions of years ago,” she explains proudly. I like that idea. Together, we tell more of the story.
“There was a loud bang. There was green meteorite dust everywhere.” Mia nods enthusiastically. We explore the rock more closely. It is peppered with small holes. The holes must have come from the bang. And we even find some meteorite dust. We show it to mum. She puts her head in her hands and laughs: “That’s moss, not meteorite dust.
