Dear Pluto,

In first grade I learned about you and about how small you were, but yet so significant. You were the border for our solar system. You were the last stop before the rest of galaxy. Yes, you were cold, but that just made you unique. You embraced your coldness and displayed it with the blueness of your surface. For 76 years you held on tight to the title of planet.

I’m sure you are in very low spirits today and your self confidence has been shot to hell. Hell, you’re named after the God of the underworld and the judge of the dead. Shouldn’t you get a say in this decision? But, don’t be discouraged. I’m sure you will do well in your new role as dwarf planet. That term, dwarf planet, even sounds condenscending. But so does little planet, or minor planet. It’s just not the same as PLANET. And now you’re not even the largest dwarf planet. Stupid UB313 aka Xena. God I have Xena. I feel so bad for you Pluto.

Please, Pluto, don’t drift off into space. For it is even colder than you. And don’t feel that you need to try to find a new solar system to be a planet in. We still want you. I will still hold on to the history that you were once a planet and I will tell that fact proudly. The loss of you as a planet has weakened our solar system. We had the power of nine and just because the leading astronomers think they know what they are talking about, they have weakened us to eight, which makes our solar system and Earth more vulnerable to alien attack.

Keep your chin up, Pluto. Your still a proud planet in my memories.