Magical Fireflies

“Have you seen Poor Mountain Sister?” asked  Poor Mountain Father.

“No I haven’t,” said Poor Mountain Mother.” I thought she was with you.”

“She was earlier,” said Poor Mountain Father.  “She said she was cold so she was going to  go put on a hoodie.”

“I don’t remember seeing her come into the  house,” said Poor Mountain Mother. “But, I was  doing the laundry and vacuuming.”

“I will go look for her,” said Poor Mountain  Father.

“I will come with you,” said Poor Mountain  Mother.

“I think you should stay here,” said Poor  Mountain Father. “Just in case she does come back.”

“Okay,” said Poor Mountain Mother, reluctantly.

“Besides,” said Poor Mountain Father. “Poor  Mountain Brother will be home from camp soon.”

Poor Mountain Father searched the barn, the  tool shed and all around the property for Poor Mountain Sister, but there was no sign of her.

“Poor Mountain Sister!” called Poor Mountain  Father. “Where are you?”

Poor Mountain Father kept searching and calling for her. He was getting very worried because it  was quite dark and he had forgotten to take a  flashlight with him.

Poor Mountain Father was exhausted but he knew he had to keep searching. He couldn’t bear the thought of Poor Mountain Sister spending a night outside all by herself.

“Poor Mountain Sister!” Poor Mountain Father called again. “Where are you sweetheart? Please say something so I can hear you.”

In the distance, Poor Mountain Father saw a flickering light. At first he thought it might have been Poor Mountain Sister but then he realized it was just a firefly.

He was disappointed and started walking away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw hundreds of flickering lights. He walked over to where they were and he saw Poor Mountain Sister huddled under a rock.

“Oh I am so glad I found you,” cried Poor Mountain Father, hugging Poor Mountain Sister tightly. “Are you okay? What happened? Why are you here?”

“I was going to get a hoodie,” said Poor Mountain Sister. “But then I saw a deer so I followed it. I tripped on a branch and hurt my ankle. I have learned my lesson. I will never follow an animal ever again. How did you find me?”

“I am so relieved that you are okay,” said Poor Mountain Father.

Poor Mountain Father pointed to the hundreds of fireflies lighting the sky.

“Magical fireflies,” said Poor Mountain Sister, smiling.

“Yes,” said Poor Mountain Father. “They are magical. Now, let’s get you home.”

Poor Mountain Father picked Poor Mountain Sister up in his arms and carried her home with the help of the lights from the magical fireflies.


 

Moral of this Story:

  • It is not a good idea to chase after animals in the wild.
  • Example: Poor Mountain Sister chased after a deer and ended up getting lost.
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