While Flicker, the firefly was out flying near the river, he saw the
full moon glowing, reflecting and shimmering on the water. It was so
beautiful and shiny. As he flew through the tall reeds, he heard a
scary noise. He looked around but couldnít see anything. It must have
been a log floating down the river.
He flew quickly past the tall oak trees. He came to a little shack. A
man was sitting outside, whittling away on a piece of wood. The man
looked up and saw Flicker glowing. He got up from the wooden chair and
tried to catch him in a jar.
Flicker flew as fast as he could, back to his leaf, where he
knew it was safe. He looked up at the moon and hummed a song.
Just then the man snuck up and caught Flicker in the jar. ďAh
hah! Iíve got you.Ē He took Flicker back to his house and put the jar
down on the railing. The man sat in his wooden chair and whittled the
Flicker glowed every now and then, but soon he got tired. The
jar lid was on too tight and Flicker wasnít getting enough air. He
fell to the bottom of the jar.
The man saw what happened and opened the lid. He looked
inside. ďWhatís the matter? Why arenít you glowing any more?Ē
Flicker took a deep breath and flew out of the jar. He flew
and flew and flew and didnít stop until he was far away. He found a
blue spruce pine and flew around it all night, happy not to be in a
jar any more.