Rich and smokey, the campfire smell envelopes me. Four s'mores settle happily in my stomach. My toes wriggle contentedly in my thick socks. The stars light up the night through the thin summer air.
Peace.
Was that a shooting star? I didn't know they could be so low in the sky. Another flashes in the corner of my eye. But that was below the tree tops so it couldn't have been. Since when are there fireflies around here? And since when are fireflies green?
I've never been good at catching bugs, but this call for an investigation.
Ouch! I don't know much about fireflies, but I know they don't bite or sting.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Not only did I miss catching the firefly, but something is attacking me. This campsite's not so peaceful with these nasty bugs.
SMACK!
Ha! I think I got it. Must be one of the biggest mosquitoes I've come across.
But this is the wrong shape for a mosquito. The body's too thick and the wings too big. It almost looks like a tiny person. Oh my God! No one ever told me fairies glow in the dark.
