It stretched its wings and flew off into the darkening sky.

It was a lonely firefly and it flashed its light searching for other fireflies.

The firefly saw a light and flew toward it.

But it wasn't another firefly.

It was a lightbulb lighting up the night.

The firefly saw a light and flew toward it.

But it was not another firefly.

It was a candle flickering in the night.

The firefly saw a light and flew toward it.

But it was not another firefly.

It was a flashlight shining in the night.

The firefly saw a light and flew toward it.

But it was not another firefly.

It was a lantern glowing in the night.

The firefly saw several lights and flew toward them.

But they were not other fireflies.

There was a dog and...

a cat and...

an owl, their eyes reflecting the lights.

The firefly saw a light and flew toward it.

But it was not another firefly.

It was a car's headlights flooding the night.

The firefly saw many lights and flew toward them.

But they were not other fireflies.

They were fireworks sparkling and glittering and shimmering in the night.

When all was quiet, the firefly flew through the night flashing its light, looking and searching again.

Then the very lonely firefly saw what it had been looking for...

A group of fireflies, flashing their lights.

Now the firefly wasn't lonely anymore.