Night Fireflys

Tucked into their beds. The room dark as can be. Than a light is seen though the window. Than comes another, and another. Out of bed they run to see the lights from the fireflies out their windows. Hundreds flying, lighting the night. Out side they go with open jars in hand, they catch one, two, three until the jar can't hold any more. Lids go on and back to bed they go. The room which had been so dark is now lite up from the many fire flies they had caught outside that night.