"They think we need to be told every single thing," said the Smaller Firefly.
"Guess we're old enough now to go off by ourselves," said the Larger Firefly.
"I guess so," answered the Smaller Firefly. "I'm not afraid if it is light, and I can see pretty near as well as I can at night."
Just then a Flycatcher darted toward them and they had to hide. He had come so near that they could look down his throat as he flew along with his beak open. The Fireflies were so scared that their feelers shook.
"I wish that bird would mind his own business," grumbled the Larger Firefly.
"That's just what he was doing," said a voice beside them, as a Garter Snake drew himself through the grass. Then their feelers shook again, for they knew that snakes do not breakfast on grass and berries.
"Did you ever see such luck?" said the Smaller Firefly. "If it isn't birds it is snakes."
"Perfectly dreadful!" answered the other. "I never knew the marsh to be so full of horrid people. Besides, my eyes are bothering me and I can't see plainly."
"So are mine," said the Smaller Firefly. "Are you going to tell the other Fireflies all about things to-night?"
"I don't know that I will," said the Larger Firefly. "I'll make them ask me first."