The wind howled through the trees and rain crashed onto the tent’s roof. I snuggled up inside my sleeping bag listening to the fearsome storm. There was a rustle, and I sat bolt upright. I looked around, but it was only my brother, reaching for his comic. My watch flashed 9:00.
The tent flap unzipped, and mum stepped in.
“Hey kids,” she exclaimed, “come look at this.”
I pulled over my jacket, and eagerly stepped out of the tent.
The sight was perplexing. A million glowing fireflies illuminated the forest. It was if all the world’s light had come to this particular forest.
