Chop, chop! Bits of the night flew everywhere. George tried to steer the rocket, but he had no hands. How could he steer the rocket without his big strong hands? He stepped on the brakes, but he had no shoes. How could he stop the rocket without his shiny red shoes? George looked down. His jumpsuit was gone. His body was gone. And so was his rocket. All he saw was a big dark planet. He was going to crash!