Firefly Adventures. Elena Fazleeva

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      Dangerous game

      The firefly woke up, but kept lying with its eyes closed. He remembered his dream. In it, a small bug flew high, illuminating the path in the dark with a blue glow.

      Yes, yes, many children dream of flying.

      So our friend twirled joyfully in his sleep with the rest of the fireflies. A whole month had passed since the day he was born. By the standards of lantern-bugs, this was a long time. And he decided that he had become completely grown-up. However, in reality, the firefly was still small.

      “When I grow up a bit more, I will know everything. After all, I am very smart. Interesting things and fun adventures await me,” thought our glowing friend.

      And this is not surprising, because many children dream this way.

      The sun tilted towards the horizon, painting the sky pink.

      “It’s time to get up and see what’s happening around me,” thought the firefly. He crawled out of his hole onto the moss and began to climb a tall blade of grass. His path was blocked by a shiny drop of dew. Seeing his reflection in it, the firefly spun around and said:

      “How beautiful I am,” He made a funny face.

      Many children like to make faces in front of the mirror when no one is watching.

      “Hello! Who are you making a face at?” he heard a voice from behind.

      “Hello… uh, I was just… err…,” our friend muttered awkwardly, turning to see two approaching fireflies.

      “Yeah. We see… You’re doing great,” they both laughed cheerfully and suggested, “let’s get acquainted.”

      “Thinker. What are your names?”

      “I am Winky, and he is Green. Why are you called Thinker?”

      “I chose the name myself. I really like to think…”

      “Hmm… When I fly, for some reason, I always blink.”

      “And you, Green…” Thinker turned to the other firefly, “you glow green in the dark, right?”

      “Yes. Everyone around glows blue… And I am always green. And Winky, when he gets angry or worried, actually turns indigo.”

      “Don't worry. Green fireflies are quite common, but orange ones are very rare.”

      “So, you really are smart.”

      “Yeah, that’s me!” Thinker glowed even brighter with pride.

      Yes, yes, all children love to be praised.

      “Do you want to fly with us and ride on water drops? Green and I are heading to a forest clearing. The evening dew has already formed there.”

      “Of course, but I've never done it before. Will you teach me?”

      “Sure. The most important thing,” Winky began to explain, blinking indigo,” is to choose the right blade of grass with dew. Choose a stalk where the drops are small and evenly spread along the entire length. The top dewdrop should be tiny.”

      And the three glowing lanterns smoothly rose and flew toward the forest.

      Friends arrived at the clearing when the sun had already disappeared below the horizon.

      “You go first. Show Thinker how to do the trick properly,” Green suggested to his friend Winky.

      “Watch and learn!” the brave bug shouted cheerfully. With these words, he flew up to the smallest droplet shining on the tip of the grass, turned sharply in the air, folded his wings and fell back-first onto the bead of water. The stalk swayed, and Winky slid down along with the drop. As he knocked down other dewdrops along the way, the drop grew. It moved faster and faster Near the ground, Winky suddenly jumped out of the water and soared upward. Thinker and Green looked at their laughing friend in amazement.

      “You did great. I want it too!” exclaimed Green. He quickly flew up to the nearest blade of grass with dew, turned over and landed on the top drop.

      “No! Stop! It’s too big…” Winky shouted in alarm.

      Yes, yes, many children forget to be careful when they play.

      What happened next was what Winky had feared most. The stalk of grass on which Green fell swayed. The dewdrop with the little bug rolled down. The watery ball quickly increased in size. And so, the firefly was trapped inside a large drop His friends watched as he desperately waved his tiny legs, trying to break free.

      “Green, hold on! You won't drown!” Winky shouted, flying next to him. The firefly froze and stopped floundering, letting himself slide down with the drop. Thinker quickly turned around and flew away.

      “Where are you going? He needs help! Are you scared?”

      But Thinker kept flying away. He knew what to do.

      Once he had gained enough distance, the firefly turned around and rushed straight toward the drop. At full speed, he collided with the dewdrop and burst through the water, pulling Green out with him.

      But it was already too late. Green lay motionless on the ground. Thinker hovered over him, tears welling up in his eyes. But Winky arrived in time, turned his limp friend over and shook him desperately. Green coughed and opened his eyes.

      “Well, Thinker, you really are clever! You figured out how to get your friend out!”

      “Who? Me? You helped too! You know how to save fireflies in trouble.”

      The night was coming to an end. The pale light of dawn stretched across the horizon. Lying on the soft ground, Thinker reflected on his new friends and the valuable lessons this day had taught him.

      Competition

      Are you already familiar with our fireflies? With Thinker, Winky and Green? Certainly! That's great! Do you remember that they met by chance and quickly became friends?