A Spark At Night

He felt refreshed. A very short nap, and some food later, and he was bright eyed and curious about everything that was going on. From fishing to racing (he missed the race, much to his disappointment), to one of the final events: firefly catching. He was particularly interested in this – it seemed fun! He could snap them up in his jaws, and then spit them out into the bag he was given. He couldn’t think of any other way to do it, but so long as he didn’t actually… BITE the firefly, it should be okay, right? Hopefully it didn’t try to fly down his throat though. That would be weird. And unpleasant.

Trotting around, he eyed all the other groups trying to catch fireflies. More and more were appearing every minute… including in front of his nose. Startled, he snapped at it, jaws hopefully snapping closed over the creature. Eyes wide, he turned and pawed open his bag, and leaned down to spit into the bag. Hopefully it was still alive and caught.

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