The Alpha's Babysitter
There, nestled in the blades of grass, was a tiny firefly, its light flickering faintly.
Theo, careful not to scare the little creature, gently scooped it up in his net. He held it up to the light, marveling at its delicate wings and the soft glow that emanated from its tiny body.
"He's so beautiful," Theo whispered, his voice filled with awe.
Nanny Mama Hazel smiled, her heart warmed by Theo's wonder. "He is, my dear. He is."
They watched the firefly for a while, its light flickering like a tiny star. Then, Theo, remembering what Nanny Mama Hazel had said about the fireflies needing darkness to shine, gently released it back into the grass.