One early spring in Scotland, when snow surprised the
garden, Flora’s lantern fizzled out.
“Dearie me,” said Flora. “I’ve no way to wake the flowers.”
Beetle
shells glimmered and snail trails shimmered, yet nothing shed enough light...until
Flora spotted a bug.
“Hello, there. Sorry to bother, but would you be able to help
with me lantern?”
“Lassie, I’m but a wee thing—me flashing won’t be bright ‘til summer.
Tho’ I will give it a try.”
The firefly flew to the lantern.
It turned on its light: blink-blink.
“I haven’t much of a glow.”
“Wee One, yer stronger than you think.”
Flora cheered him on with tunes about blooms and the bug bopped to the sound
of her voice. As it danced, it beamed.
BLINK-BLINK.
BLINK-BLINK.
BLINK-BLINK.
Wee One and Flora warmed up
the garden with bug-light and flower-song.
Petals unfurled. Flowers stretched
and yawned…and their snowy dreams melted away.
3 comments:
This is lovely. Good luck.
Such a lovely, gentle story.
Beautiful gif and equally beautiful story. Good luck.
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