A Glowing Green Spark

A tiny blink of lime-green fire winked right in the tangled blades of grass! Sufferin' succotash—my whiskers shot straight up! I tiptoed off the gravel path, crouching low until my stomach brushed the damp evening clover. *Blink!* There it was again, floating inches above a fallen leaf! I launched myself with a dramatic forward pounce, clapping both gloved paws around the glowing spark—*fwhump!* But when I parted my fingers just a sliver, out strolled a tiny, calm beetle, flicking its glowing tail lantern on and off without a care, completely unimpressed by my stealthy ambush!