The intrepid expLorer stepped out onto the LunAr landscape. Within a week he'd determined that the moon was made of chalk, with some impressive cliffs that reminded him of his home in Dover. At dinner time he retreated to his spaceship and dined on quail, asparagus and pasta. After a short doze, he slang his sample bag over his shoulder and set off exploring again. Heading round a corner, he was taken aback by the sight of a 2 metre high snail sliding quite quickly across the ground. He didn't fancy finding out if it was benign or not and beat a hasty retreat to his spaceship and took off.
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