At dusk the fireflies light their tail torches announcing the Moth, a nightly collage of distinctive creatures gathering to soulcialize.
Standing on a toadstool, Ms. Frog reads her fifty-word story from a leaf(let).
Grasshopper saws his back-legged fiddle, offering up a jig as an ode to these gilded summer evenings.
Maria Miller gave up obsessive Solitaire for a much more satisfying 50-wording habit.
