And so she sang, 'ti-tum-ti-tum-ti-tum... tum-diddly-dum', galloping gaily along the path towards the woods. But what was that?! A rustling in the bushes.
"Good gracious! What a coincidence!" she thought, for as she leant forward, she realised the dishevelled figure before her was the very Jack she was off to visit! Perhaps, she thought, she could revive him somehow?
Shame there wasn't any moonlight. Sadly the moon had been completely obliterated, never to return to its rightful place in the sky, by Comet Kamikaze back in the early days of the Lunic War. But suddenly, just as she drew close to the shadowy mass, the first of a series of portentous shrieks pierced the silence.
Yes, it was Jack, after all. In the dark, she had slipped, dropping the tea and launching the saucer into space, but, despite all this, even though the cup of tea had spilt over his lap, Jack smiled when the saucer landed on the moon.