There ought to be a pun about Cerberus to make here, but it escapes me.
This demotion, however, is ridiculous. However small it may be, Pluto, with Charon, is quite distinct from Qadgop or Quetzalcoatl or whatever that #10 iceball is called. (I refuse to try to spell it or even call it by the right name; that name looks like the efforts of a creative sixth grader with no idea of how to use the dictionary trying to guess how to spell “choir.” I’d rather honor our own resident Mercotan.)
You know, I’d bet that if Pluto was part of the inner solar system, folks wouldn’t be so inclined to hike their leg on that puppy. Why, I’d bet that they’d be humping to get a probe to it, but because it’s at the far reaches of the solar system, they consider it to be the runt of the litter.
Let’s put it this way: in a world where dogs can talk, Pluto still can’t. He’s an artifact of a species strain that refuses to evolve. Let’s phase that puppy out for good.