It is a summer night. From the "firefly inn" on the banks of the stream, as the grown fireflies danced, they flew to the night sky one after another. But only one remains still. It could not fly because the wings were deformed at birth. Fellow fireflies narrowed their wisdom and succeeded in having it climb up the branches of the willow. The view from the top of a tall tree, it was lovely. But, there was danger waiting. A good older sister and brother came to pick … read more