Bramble tucks into his bed as shadows crawl across the wooden walls. A tiny spark of light bumps against his window — a firefly! He freezes.
Bramble peeks out, then quickly hides his snout under his paw. The firefly drifts down to his floor, blinking slowly. He wonders if it is lost.
Bramble creeps toward the firefly, his claws clicking softly. The bug lifts off and zips around his head — a warm golden glow circles him.
Bramble pushes the window wider and gently scoops the bug onto his paw. For the first time, the dark outside does not look scary.
The dark outside looks like a blanket of twinkling stars. Bramble thinks, This is not scary at all.
Bramble lets the firefly buzz away into the leafy branches. He watches it disappear into the night.
He curls up again, but this time the shadows are just shapes making quiet stories.
Bramble sleeps, dreaming of glowing paths through the forest.
