Flicker, the firefly flew around
the cypress tree. Long strands of Spanish moss hung down to the ground.
An old wooden house stood nearby. A man with a straw hat, wearing
overalls on top of his blue-and-white-checkered shirt sat on the front
porch in a chair, rocking back and forth. Creak. Creak. Creak.
The air was damp. Flicker could hear frogs croaking in the swampy river.
Crickets chirped and owls hooted. He even thought he heard a panther
The air was filled with the scent of gardenias and magnolias. The man
took a harmonica out of his pocket and started playing a song. Flicker
hummed along. Now and then his body glowed and glimmered. He liked
Sounds coming from the bayou caught the man's attention. He
stood and grabbed his rifle. Flicker flew to a cypress branch to watch.
The man moved into the trees, heading for the water. "What is it? What
does he hear?" Flicker kept his distance, but followed the man deep
into the swamp. He listened carefully, but couldn't hear a thing. "What
is it? What does he hear?"
The Spanish moss grew thicker and the branches of the trees hung
lower. Roots jutted from the murky water, like bumps of a sea serpent's
"I don't like this." Flicker noticed the sun's rays struggling
to spread their light through the thick entangled growth.
The man stopped and lifted the rifle to his chin.
"What is it? What does he hear?" Flicker couldn't see anything.
Just then a pair of beady eyes poked out of the water. The man
didn't see them, but Flicker did. A snout appeared. Flicker saw the
sharp teeth as the alligator swam toward the man.
Flicker flew down the man, flashing his green bottom, warning
him of the alligator, but the man's gaze stayed firm on the spot he
Seeing he was wasting his time, Flicker flew down to the
alligator. He flickered right in front of the creature's eyes, flashing
off and on, off and on. The alligator's eyes twirled around as it
followed the firefly's darting movements. "He's getting dizzy!" Flicker
continued until finally the alligator sank under the water and
A few minutes later the man put his gun down and turned, heading
for home. Once he sat in his rocking chair, he put the rifle down and
picked the harmonica out of his pocket.
Flicker landed on the porch railing and listened as the man
played lively tunes. He tapped his foot and hummed along, happy and