According to Italo Calvino's The Distance of the Moon (performed here by a very capable Liev Schreiber, give it a listen), Mrs. Vhd Vhd also lives on the moon, after being marooned there in the process of gathering moon-milk, which is made up of "vegetal juices, tadpoles, bitumen, lentils, honey, starch crystals, sturgeon eggs, molds, pollens, gelatinous matter, worms, resins, pepper, mineral salts, combustion residue." The moon had begun to float away farther and farther from the earth and she couldn't leap against the moon's gravity and back to the earth's gravity in time.
But wait, there's more.
According to Transformers: Dark of the Moon, the Ark, which holds the key to ending the war between the Autobots and Decepticons, crash lands onto the moon.
I'm starting to think there's some huge moon party that I don't know about, what with the rabbits, men and women, alien spacecraft. So although that's not what the Mid-Autumn Festival is all about, you can bet your butt that tomorrow evening, I'll be partying it up with the family as if I were living on the moon. Oh yeah, and eating mooncake.