On the edge of a humble pond, there is a fireball of many fireflies.
"How they glow in the dark!" marvels the bug, "me have not that light, and will never love or be loved?"
"Envy not." croaks the Invisible Toad, "See, this kind of love lies in glowing tails; once that's gone, nothing remains." And beneath that elusive ball of glow and row, struggle quite a lot who's lost that gloss.
"Besides," while munching on his new catch, adds this ugly crawler, "in this dark forest, a torch burning bright tempth all too many vicious fangs and a sticky tongue."
