The forest was almost too quiet, aside from the shuddering tree in front of me. STOMP was retightening the winch on their catapult, and there was little Jess, Katie, and Laura could do. Team BLUE was almost finished.
My perch was on the other side of their treehouse from the catapult, so there wasnt much I could do about them. My slingshot wouldnt be enough too little, too late. And besides, I was their enemy too.
The rope snapped.
Another boulder came crashing our way, but it didnt have enough power behind it, bouncing a few times and losing a lot of speed before it crashed into the trunk. Despite the lack of
Hush. Hush. Hush. Be quiet, now. The wind, it is blowing, saying hello to the fireflies as they gallop beneath the leaves and visible wind.
Hush, hush, hush now. The fireflies, they are blinking, and going through their terrors of being seen by others. Others, as in, the inanimate grass or leaves. Anyone could spot them and catch. Alas, who knows if they want to be caught? Who knows, who knows? No one knows. Who cares, who cares? Alas- everyone. Maybe you too. Who knows! The fireflies can bring on another wind of their own, could they be foreshadowing in on their own blinking lights? Contemplating on what their lights may bring. Not only the